Lyrics:

I noticed something about meI didn''t know, I didn''t seeBack when I tend to take for grantedThe ones who had made a man of meThat kid I was, he had no clueThat he''d make the manStanding right here in front of youI was born my old man''s sonMy momma''s secret weapon, her loaded gunFrom the way I laugh to the way I hold a woman''s handEverywhere I go wherever I runI''ll be my old man''s sonLot of things go downIn an everybody knows kinda townThey''re all a small town geniusThere''s a lot of space between usI got something they ain''t gotI''m someone that they''re notI was born my old man''s sonMy momma''s secret weapon, her loaded gunFrom the way I shake on a dealTo the way I hold the steering wheelEverywhere I go, wherever I runI''ll be my old man''s sonTook some time to seeTo realize what it means to beBorn my old man''s sonMy momma''s secret weapon, her loaded gunFrom the way I laughTo the way I hold a woman''s handEverywhere I go, wherever I runI''ll be my old man''s sonMy old man''s son