Lotta Man (In That Little Boy)

His life is that blue bike, ball glove an' fishin' pole,
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

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I got a feelin' way down inside I can't shake it, no matter how I try You can't touch it, you just know The earth is gonna shake and the wind is gonna

So I guess I fell in love, with a toy soldier He told me that our love would be marching on, hoorah hoorah He told me that our love was mighty strong,

Вона любить писати листи І любить дивитись на схід Вона знає коли треба піти І те, чого робити не слід Вона чула порожні слова І знає, яка їх ціна Та щоранку встає ледь жива – Не потрібна

Як я люблю тебе, Хай розкажуть тобі вечори голубі Про мою любов. Як я люблю тебе, У дівочій журбі по знайомій тропі Все блукаю знов. Як я люблю тебе. Хай розкаже моя терпелива душа. Ти ж у ній

Enfolding your love in my heart By the dawn I'll be gone The road keeps us apart For some time I'll be gone You promised to swallow your tears when I leave you You promised