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| "What Makes A Man A Man" Written by Dan Jablons Last Sunday morning I was thinking What if my phone should suddenly ring? And it was you calling me from the other side Doing our weekly, checking in thing. You’re playing poker with Truman and John Wayne is there And you bluffed The Duke right out of his chair Then you went for drinks with Fred Astaire At a hotel that looks like The Sands 'Cause he wants to know What Makes a Man a Man When you took your wife dancing her hands never knew The cold of the car door steel If the rain came down, your umbrella went up Kept her dry from her head to her heels You swung 'cross the floor and all the while She felt like Cleopatra, sailing the Nile The bright lights seemed dim, compared with her smile 'Cause she knew she's the one that you loved Lord above, ain't that What Makes a Man a Man I never wanted to be like you Said I'd never do the things that you do I was just young, I didn't understand As you go 'round this circle of life You think you're different, but the difference is slight And you're glad to be back where you began We still laugh out loud at funny things that you said There's a thousand stories to tell Of things that you did, that you did in your way Or the songs you sang loud, but not so well One time you were talking with some of the guys Who said they left their babies in the care of their wives You said they missed the best years of all of their lives By not being there when the kids were so young For you that was fun That's What Makes a Man a Man So this Sunday morning, I'll keep my phone on Just in case you should happen to call If Heaven says that there's roaming charges Tell them I would pay double them all Just to hear you tell me that you're doing okay You're taking Mom dancing 'cross the Milky Way And I'll tell you that I love you, before the signal fades And I'm left with my phone in my hand But at least you know I understand What Makes a Man a Man |  Visit Dan Jablons' Official Website |
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