I came home from college to see my old man He was sitting on the porch swing a book in his hand He stared at my earring and at my tattoo Smiled, shook his head, said It's good to see you. He chose his words carefully For it was hard for me to come And he knew I had a temper and where I got it from I waited for the sermon. The one I knew so well But this time he wasn't preaching about heaven or hell He said CHORUS: A real man knows the value of a woman A real man's got nothing to prove (man's - contraction for man has) He's strengthen by love and the Lord up a-bove To do the best you can To be a real man Could it be that I saw just a glimpse of his soul Or maybe losing momma had just taken it's toll He gave me his bible, stained with tears he had cried I open up the cover where he wrote inside And it said, Go to chorus, to ending ENDING: To do the best you can to be a real man