I watched him throw his oatmeal bowl Halfway across the kitchen floor His momma said don't let me see you do that anymore
And he let loose with a cup of orange juice Right down the back of her dress Without a doubt she lined him out Then cleaned up the mess
Now he is just a chip off of the old block Just like me we keep her on her toes a lot
But when he cries she'll match him tear for tear When he laughs she'll grin from ear to ear When he's wrong they'll stand there face to face She can put him in his place Side by side and hand in hand She'll talk with daddy's little man He knows that she's done her part I'm watching god's love grow Heart to heart
He'll grow to be six foot three Yeah he's gonna be just like me He'll be tall and play football But he'll always be a momma's boy
And when he cries she'll match him tear for tear When he laughs she'll grin from ear to ear When he's wrong they'll stand there face to face She can put him in his place Side by side and hand in hand She'll talk with daddy's little man He knows that she's done her part I'm watching god's love grow Heart to heart
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