He GetsThat From Me
Reba McEntire
His early mornin’ (morning) attitude:
You have to drag him out of bed.
Only frosted flakes will do,
He gets that from me …
Yeah (Yes), he gets that from me.
His curly hair and his knobbly knees,
The way the sun brings those freckles out,
Talk and talk, never miss a beat,
Yeah, he gets that from me …
He gets that from me.
He looks at me with those big brown eyes,
He’s got me in the palm of his hands,
And I swear sometimes it’s just like you’re here again.
He smiles that little crooked smile,
There’s no denying he’s your child.
Without him I don’t know what I’d do,
He gets that from you …
Oh, he gets that from you.
How he loves your old guitar …
Yeah, he’s taught himself to play.
He melts my heart: tells me he loves me every day
And cracks a joke at the perfect time,
Makes me laugh when I want to cry.
That boy is everything to me.
He gets that from you …
He gets that from you.
Last night, I heard him pray:
“Lord, help me and mama make it through.
An’ (And) tell Daddy we’ll be O.K.”
He said he sure misses you …
He sure misses you.
He really misses you,
He gets that from me …