Half the Man Songtext
von Jason Ringenberg

In this world of toil and stress
The thing that I remember best
Is driving that old tractor
While I sat in your lap
My hands were small but through it all
I could feel you take the wheel
Whenever I was veering off
Into the muddy ditch

The wisdom of Solomon
The patience of the skies above
Five children and five hundred hogs
You kept under your care
Lawn mowers and endless chores
Without a scene you fed our dreams
And somehow found the solid ground
For us to bloom and grow


Half the man, half the man
If I could be half the man
That you are and I try to be
Half the man, half the man
If I could be half the man
You can bet I′d rest contentedly

When I see all around me
The things that I will need to be
And I stand inside your shoes
And find them hard to fill
Now you're here at four score years
And like a prayer you′re always there
Without ever a one complaint
Or a thought of yourself

Half the man, half the man
If I could be half the man
That you are and I try to be
Half the man, half the man
If I could be half the man
You can bet I'd rest contentedly


Half the man, half the man
If I could be half the man
That you are and always will be
Half the man, half the man
If I could be half the man
You can bet I'd rest contentedly
You can bet I′d rest contentedly
You can bet I′d rest contentedly