Lotta Man
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โฑ๏ธ 3:27 duration
๐ ID: 9112250
๐ Lyrics
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
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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:16.52] His life is that blue bike, ball glove an' fishin' pole,
[00:24.13] Tree-house, BB gun and band aid covered knees.
[00:31.71] He does good deliverin' papers,
[00:35.77] An' cuttin' grass for the neighbours,
[00:39.02] Except for Widow Wilson: he cuts hers for free.
[00:46.83] His little hands do a lot for a kid his age,
[00:55.63] He puts one-tenth of his hard earned money,
[01:01.98] In the offering plate each Sunday by his own choice.
[01:12.85] There's a lotta man in that little boy.
[01:18.24]
[01:24.49] Weekdays, he tries to sleep late:
[01:28.34] Weekends, he's up at daybreak.
[01:32.29] Him an' Roy wadin' in Cotton Creek.
[01:40.07] That dog was like his brother:
[01:43.78] You'd seen one, you'd see the other.
[01:47.78] Cut one an' both of them would bleed.
[01:55.00] Tires screamed, but that ol' truck couldn't stop.
[02:03.73] There's the tree that he buried him under;
[02:09.97] He made a cross from scraps of lumber,
[02:13.97] An' on it carved: "God Bless ol' Roy."
[02:20.86] There's a lotta man in that little boy.
[02:26.25]
[02:38.81] There's a house, down where he goes fishin':
[02:43.94] He told his Mom: "Those kids got nothin',
[02:48.72] "And I don't need all these toys."
[02:55.77] There's a lotta man.
[02:58.01] (There's a lotta man. There's a lotta man.)
[03:00.65] In that little boy
[03:04.88]
[00:24.13] Tree-house, BB gun and band aid covered knees.
[00:31.71] He does good deliverin' papers,
[00:35.77] An' cuttin' grass for the neighbours,
[00:39.02] Except for Widow Wilson: he cuts hers for free.
[00:46.83] His little hands do a lot for a kid his age,
[00:55.63] He puts one-tenth of his hard earned money,
[01:01.98] In the offering plate each Sunday by his own choice.
[01:12.85] There's a lotta man in that little boy.
[01:18.24]
[01:24.49] Weekdays, he tries to sleep late:
[01:28.34] Weekends, he's up at daybreak.
[01:32.29] Him an' Roy wadin' in Cotton Creek.
[01:40.07] That dog was like his brother:
[01:43.78] You'd seen one, you'd see the other.
[01:47.78] Cut one an' both of them would bleed.
[01:55.00] Tires screamed, but that ol' truck couldn't stop.
[02:03.73] There's the tree that he buried him under;
[02:09.97] He made a cross from scraps of lumber,
[02:13.97] An' on it carved: "God Bless ol' Roy."
[02:20.86] There's a lotta man in that little boy.
[02:26.25]
[02:38.81] There's a house, down where he goes fishin':
[02:43.94] He told his Mom: "Those kids got nothin',
[02:48.72] "And I don't need all these toys."
[02:55.77] There's a lotta man.
[02:58.01] (There's a lotta man. There's a lotta man.)
[03:00.65] In that little boy
[03:04.88]