Lotta Man (In That Little Boy) (remastered 2020) Songtext
von Craig Morgan

His life is that blue bike, ball glove an′ fishin' pole
Tree-house, BB gun and band aid covered knees
He does good deliverin′ papers
An' cuttin' grass for the neighbours
Except for Widow Wilson: he cuts hers for free
His little hands do a lot for a kid his age
He puts one-tenth of his hard earned money
In the offering plate each Sunday by his own choice
There′s a lotta man in that little boy


Weekdays, he tries to sleep late:
Weekends, he′s up at daybreak
Him an' Roy wadin′ in Cotton Creek
That dog was like his brother:
You'd seen one, you′d see the other
Cut one an' both of them would bleed
Tires screamed, but that ol′ truck couldn't stop
There's the tree that he buried him under;
He made a cross from scraps of lumber
An′ on it carved: "God Bless ol′ Roy."
There's a lotta man in that little boy

There′s a house, down where he goes fishin':
He told his Mom: "Those kids got nothin′
"And I don't need all these toys."
There′s a lotta man
(There's a lotta man. There's a lotta man.)
In that little boy