Learning - Anderson East, Southern Family

I remember growing up

Riding shotgun in my daddy’s truck

He let me take the wheel every now and then

And I was learning — to be a man

We drive down to the Wilsons pond

With rods and reels and little George Jones

And he made a cast and let me pull them in

And I was learning — learning to be a man

It takes a man, to teach a man

I thank the boy for his guiding hand

And I’m learning — Learning to be a man

And I left home when I was 17

Headed up north to Tennessee

He said boy, your nothing if I drink

Now I understand

I was learning to be a man

It takes a man, to teach a man

I thank the lord for his guiding hand

And I’m learning — Learning to be a man

With every passing day I find a way but I’m still getting old

Got to fix it when its broken or when its time to fold but

Loving aint ever wrong

And it takes a man, to teach a man

I thank the lord for his guiding hand

And I’m learning — Learning to be a man

Him and mum started falling apart

She left him with a hole in his heart

He said son, someday you’ll understand

You’ll be learning like I’m learning

Yes I’m learning like he’s learning

To be a man