Lotta Man (In That Little Boy) (2020 Remaster) lyrics - Craig Morgan

His life is that blue bike

Ball glove and fishin' pole

Treehouse, BB gun

And Band-Aid covered knees

He does good deliverin' papers

And cuttin' grass for the neighbors

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 and Roy wadin' in Cotton Creek

That dog was like his brother

You'd seen one, you'd see the other

Cut one and 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

And 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