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