Real Man

D 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 Em Smiled, shook his head, said It's good to see you. D A He chose his words carefully For it was hard for me to come Em D And he knew I had a temper and where I got it from D A I waited for the sermon. The one I knew so well Em D But this time he wasn't preaching about heaven or hell He said G D A D A real man knows the value of a woman G D A Em A real man's got nothing to prove ​ G D A G He's strengthen by love and the Lord up a-bove D A G D To do the best you can To be a real man D A Could it be that I saw just a glimpse of his soul G A Or maybe losing momma had just taken it's toll D A He gave me his bible, stained with tears he had cried G D I open up the cover where he wrote inside And it said, ​ D A G D To do the best you can to be a real man