Saw a story on the local news last nightnAbout one more struggling single mothernShe was talking about how hard it is getting bynWith no help, no money, no nothing from the baby's fathernMade me think about this guy I know with a wife and a childnWho's working two jobs just to get bynYeah, he says he'd do anything he could in this worldnJust to give his young family a better life; yeah, a better lifenOh, that's a mannThat's a 19-year-old, modern-day hero mannnThose two young Marines over there fighting for their countrynMan, they're gonna be friends forevernThey've both come back eventuallynBut as bonds and destiny would have itnThey don't come back togethernYeah, the one who lived to tell aboutnWhy he can't even talk about itnKeeps fighting that fight up there in his headnAin't a day goes by he don't wonder whynWhy it wasn't me insteadnIt could've been me insteadnnOh, that's a mannThat's a you don't know how hard he tried to save his buddy's life mannI don't know about younSometimes, I just need a little remindernAnd reach down and find some understandingnFind some kind of kindnessnnRead about a man who said his familynHad been farming the same land in Ohio for 100 yearsnFelt like he'd paid for it ten times overnWith his own blood, his own sweat, and his own tearsnIf he had to, he'd be out there on that tractor workingnSeven long, hot days a weeknYeah, he's the kind of feller that people get real quietnWhen he stands up in church to speaknThey know when he speaksnnOh, that's a mannThat's a stand tall, walk straightnPut God's share in the collection plate mannOh, that's a mannOh, that's a man