Little Things
Driving home late I saw a man
Face down in a busy road
In his hand was a paper bag with a bottle of I don't know
Pulling the man to the side of the road
I whispered a quiet prayer
Wondered to myself why him not me
And the blue and red appeared
Why am I here
While he's right there
The memories flooded my mind and I traced it back
To my Momma teaching me to write
Drawing pictures late at night
She taught me more than just to spell
Because she believed I believed in myself
I know what a man is cause I saw one
Love my Momma and call me son
He always did what he said he'd do
And I heard him say "I'm proud of you"
And I found my way
Cause my big brother lead the way
I trace my blessings back
To these little things
Playing the drums on the desk in the third grade
Nothing has changed since I was 8
Still can't sit still or stand to be alone and every good rock around has to be thrown
But there was a turning point we all had to make a choice
Take the broad road or take the narrow
But looking back I know
I didn't earn this life
Honest I don't even know why
The memories flooded my mind to the grace of God
Like my Momma teaching me to write
Drawing pictures late at night
She taught me more than just to spell
Because she believed I believed in myself
I know what a man is cause I saw one
Love my Momma and call me son
He always did what he said he'd do
And I heard him say "I'm proud of you"
And I found my way
Cause my big brother lead the way
I trace my blessings back
To these little things
Oh these little things
To my Momma teaching me to write
Drawing pictures late at night
She taught me more than just to spell
Because she believed I believed in myself
I know what a man is cause I saw one
Love my Momma and call me son
He always did what he said he'd do
And I heard him say "I'm proud of you"
And I found my way
Cause my big brother lead the way
I trace my blessings back
To these little things
These little things
Face down in a busy road
In his hand was a paper bag with a bottle of I don't know
Pulling the man to the side of the road
I whispered a quiet prayer
Wondered to myself why him not me
And the blue and red appeared
Why am I here
While he's right there
The memories flooded my mind and I traced it back
To my Momma teaching me to write
Drawing pictures late at night
She taught me more than just to spell
Because she believed I believed in myself
I know what a man is cause I saw one
Love my Momma and call me son
He always did what he said he'd do
And I heard him say "I'm proud of you"
And I found my way
Cause my big brother lead the way
I trace my blessings back
To these little things
Playing the drums on the desk in the third grade
Nothing has changed since I was 8
Still can't sit still or stand to be alone and every good rock around has to be thrown
But there was a turning point we all had to make a choice
Take the broad road or take the narrow
But looking back I know
I didn't earn this life
Honest I don't even know why
The memories flooded my mind to the grace of God
Like my Momma teaching me to write
Drawing pictures late at night
She taught me more than just to spell
Because she believed I believed in myself
I know what a man is cause I saw one
Love my Momma and call me son
He always did what he said he'd do
And I heard him say "I'm proud of you"
And I found my way
Cause my big brother lead the way
I trace my blessings back
To these little things
Oh these little things
To my Momma teaching me to write
Drawing pictures late at night
She taught me more than just to spell
Because she believed I believed in myself
I know what a man is cause I saw one
Love my Momma and call me son
He always did what he said he'd do
And I heard him say "I'm proud of you"
And I found my way
Cause my big brother lead the way
I trace my blessings back
To these little things
These little things
Credits
Writer(s): Mason Harms
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