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HOME BOY MADE GOOD
He has a voice not often missed,
could be the southern drawl,
oh, I close my eyes, its like hearing family,
that little 'whang' to his everyword,
I see him and I think, little man,
hiding benneth that big ol' hat,
a lagre brimed black felt stetson,
oh what a man his must be,
wife, all little girls, the apples,
not far from the tree,
soft voice from heaven,
smile that can heat up any room,
twinkle in his eyes like he knows,
knows the answers to questions,
the ones we are always afraid to ask,
he can sing of anything, in anyway,
I will have to listen, like I said,
he is home boy made good,
he is from a Map Dot,
about 30 miles from my childhood home,
every summer he makes good his word,
from the first thing he won in country music,
he would always give back to those that helped him,
he has built basket balls courts for the youth,
baseball field that so few high schools can afford,
he takes one weekend of the year,
spends time with his mom,
plays softball to raise money,
to help with the park for the youth,
and you know what, and now this is the best part,
he does it, because he is a HOME BOY MADE GOOD.
11-11-00
