His daddy taught him all about huntin and fishin
How to work on that old truck when it needed fixin
How to say sir and how to say mam
How their ain't nothing wrong with getting dirt on your hands

[Chorus]
Have mercy on all of the kids out there
Who haven't been raised to even care
About things like that these days

His momma used to cook every meal in the kitchen
She helped with his homework and taught him religion
She laid down the law and he let her know
Where he was going and when he'd be home

Have mercy on all of the kids out there
Who haven't been raised to even care
About things like that these days
As the years changed him from a boy to a man

He was blessed with a generous heart and a plan
Wherever life takes him wherever he's at
He's gonna find some way to give something back
Now his weekends are spent doing what he loves most

With 12 little angels who call him coach
Some have nothing and some are spoiled rotten
But when they're with him they're not forgotten
Have mercy on all of the parents out there

Who haven't been raised to even care
About things like that these days
As the years changed him from a boy to a man
He was blessed with a generous heart and a plan

Wherever life takes him wherever he's at
He's gonna find some way to give something back

[Chorus: x 2]

Writer : HILL, BYRON / DEKLE, MIKE
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., SQUARE D. MUSIC , SONG SOURCE, INC.