I remember growing up
Riding shotgun in my daddy's truck
He let me take the wheel every now and then
And I was learning to be a man
We drive down to the Wilsons pond
With rods and reels and a little George Jones
And he made a cast and let me pull them in
And I was learning, learning to be a man
It takes a man, to teach a man
I thank the lord for his guiding hand
And I'm learning, learning to be a man
And I left home when I was 17
Headed up north to Tennessee
He said boy, your nothing if I drink
Now I understand
I was learning to be a man
It takes a man, to teach a man
And I thank the lord for his guiding hand
And I'm learning, learning to be a man
With every passing day I find a way, but I'm still getting lost
Got to fix it when its broken or when its time to fold, but
Loving aint ever wrong
And it takes a man, to teach a man
And I thank the lord for his guiding hand
And I'm learning, learning to be a man
Him and mum started falling apart
She left him with a hole in his heart
He said son someday you'll understand,
You'll be learning, like I'm learning
Yes I'm learning, like he's learning
To be a man

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