My Mamma taught me patience, my Daddy helped me grow up
He was staring at me over a morning paper looking over his coffee cup.
he told me about the world, the he said son go do your best
and ill be there to help you with the rest.
I hide my bible in my back pocket, my heart under my sleeve
i keep my conscience up above my shoulders like my Daddy taught me
Mamma's got her home-cooking and hopes that i wont leave
but Daddy knows the road is home for me
There's a few things in life that im sure i understand
like opening doors for ladies and helping your fellow man
instead of doing just enough you can go do what you can
and all your work will pay off in the end