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If he’s out with his friends
Let him have a good time
But if he’s gonna drink, don’t let him drive
Just get him home safe tonight
And if he falls way too hard
If she goes and breaks his heart
Would you catch him when he falls apart?

No, I wouldn’t be the man I am
Without a couple pair of folded hands
Every midnight, bedside whisper
From a hardwood floor
You can call it luck or call it fate
But I know good and well
At the end of the day
I’m living on prayers my parents prayed

Make him tough and make him strong
Let him do more right than he does wrong
And work hard for every dollar he brings home
Help him not to lose his cool
The way that I used to do
And when he don’t know where to turn
Help him turn to you

No, I wouldn’t be the man I am
Without a couple pair of folded hands
Every midnight, bedside whisper
From a hardwood floor
You can call it luck or call it fate
But I know good and well
At the end of the day
I’m living on prayers my parents prayed
Prayers my parents prayed

They kept this heart of mine between the lines
I know that I

Wouldn’t be the man I am
Without a couple pair of folded hands
Every midnight, bedside whisper
From a hardwood floor
You can call it luck or call it fate
But I know good and well
At the end of the day
I’m living on prayers my parents prayed
Prayers my parents prayed

(Hunter Leath, Cassidy Lynn, Dan Wilson)