Whole Lotta Man

Somebody hit him on a dark lonely highway.
They left him for dead on the side of the road.
When you're 10, and, you're my size, you don't understand.
The burdens of life can be a heavy load.
Daddy looked at me and right away I knew.
It wouldn't be easy but it was the right thing to do.
So, with tears in my blues eyes I put away my play toy.
I remember Daddy saying "There's a whole lotta man in that little boy".

There at the ballgame in our little town.
I was the one who watched it all go down.
That glove in the window looked lonely to me.
It called out my name and I thought it was free.
Daddy told me I would always be his son,
but, I couldn't face him for the bad thing I done.
When they blamed it all on Billy, Bobby, and Roy,
I remember Daddy saying "There's a whole lotta man in that little boy".

Trapped on a hillside the battle goes on.
You dream about living and wish you were gone.
You see the flying bullets. The bodies scattered around.
What makes you hold on to this piece of ground?
A sudden explosion and your best friend lays dead.
Somebody stop these voices inside of my head.
A break in the action and you can run to Hanoi,
but, I remember Daddy saying "There's a whole lotta man in that little boy".

Now here we are together and it's the last thing we'll do.
Tomorrow when I wake up I'll be without you.
For the first time in a long time since I can't remember when
something keeps saying we gotta try again.
If it was only you and me maybe we could walk away.
We really don't have much left to say,
but, what about that baby we call our pride and joy?
There's a whole lotta man in that little boy.

From the cradle to the table and some times nothing at all.
You watch him growing with each step and each fall.
He may not be perfect and you won't get along,
but, I'm here to tell you he knows right from wrong.
You can dress him up proper, buy him every new toy,
but, there's a whole lotta man in that little boy.

Yes, there's a whole lotta man in that little boy.