Album: Holding, Kissing, Hugging

It's Hard To Be Me

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
And then cleaned up the mess
Now he is just a chip off of the old block
And just like me we keep her on her toes alot

Chorus:
But when he cries
She'll match him tear for tear
When he laughts
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

Chorus:
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

Oh, oh,oh,oh
I'm watching God's love grow
Heart to heart