| | Lotta Man (In That Little Boy) Lyrics Artist(Band):Craig Morgan
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 If you find some error in Lotta Man (In That Little Boy) Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Lotta Man (In That Little Boy) The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Craig Morgan" Music | |
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