Real Man Billy Dean I came home from college to see my old man [D]He was sitting on the porch swing a book in his hand [D]He stared at my earring and at my tattoo [D]Smiled, shook his head, said It's good to see [Em]you. [D]He chose his words carefully For it was ha[A]rd for me to come And he k[Em]new I had a temper and where I got it fr[D]om [D]I waited for the sermon. The one I k[A]new so well But this t[Em]ime he wasn't preaching about heaven or he[D]ll He said CHORUS: A re[G]al m[D]an know (allcountrytabs.com)
