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 knows the va[A]lue of a wo[D]man
A re[G]al ma[D]n's got not[A]hing to p[Em]rove (man's - contraction for man has)
He's stre[G]ngthen by l[D]ove and the Lo[A]rd up a-b[G]ove
To do the b[D]est you c[A]an To be a r[G]eal m[D]an
[D]Could it be that I saw just a gl[A]impse of his soul
[G]Or maybe losing momma had just taken it's to[A]ll
He ga[D]ve me his bible, stained with te[A]ars he had cried
[G]I open up the cover where he w[D]rote inside And it said,
Go to chorus, to ending
ENDING:
To do the be[D]st you ca[A]n to be a re[G]al m[D]an
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