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 a 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 lord 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 And 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 lost 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 And 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