daddy's little man

now i lay me down to sleep

i pray to the lord my baby's soul to keep

and that's all i ask

he believes in the golden rule

santa and the ole' lady who lived in a shoe

i'm his guiding hand and he's my best friend

he is just a little boy

we build bridges from nothing more than tinker-toys

that we'll cross again

he stumbles thru the living room

doing his best to fill his daddy's shoes

guess he want's to be just like me

in his eyes i'm a hero

but he don't know how that scares me

i'm so much less than a super man

but for him i try to be

cause one day he'll be gone so far from home

too old to hold my hand

but i'll be his biggest fan

and he'll still be daddy's little man

he climbs in bed with mr. bear

and closes his eyes to say his bed time prayers

another day is thru

he says daddy's great and god is good