[Verse 1]His life is that blue bikeBall glove and fishin' poleTreehouse, BB gunAnd Band-Aid covered kneesHe does good deliverin' papersAnd cuttin' grass for the neighborsExcept for Widow Wilson, he cuts hers for freeHis little hands do a lot for a kid his age[Chorus 1]He puts one-tenth of his hard earned moneyIn the offering plate each SundayBy his own choiceThere's a lotta man in that little boy[Verse 2]Weekdays, he tries to sleep lateWeekends, he's up at daybreakHim and Roy wadin' in Cotton CreekThat dog was like his brotherYou'd seen one, you'd see the otherCut one and both of them would bleedTires screamed, but that ol' truck couldn't stop[Chorus 2]There's the tree that he buried him underHe made a cross from scraps of lumberAnd on it carved, "God Bless ol' Roy"There's a lotta man in that little boy[Outro]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
