Story Behind The Song

A song about the father I longed for, the father I hoped to be and our Heavenly Father

Lyrics

He can lift a garbage can, with a mighty, bare left hand

Yeah, he's a stud, he'll carry it through the mud

And he can work a twelve-hour day, and still make time to play

Wrestlin' on the couch, man he ain't no slouch

On Saturday he'll mow the yard, On movie night, fix the VCR

He'll read to us from God's good book, when mom's away, he can even cook

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Your my Superman, if you can't do it, no one can

So blessed to be your son, if you cant do it , it cant be done

your my superman, wanna tell you that I love you Dad

That's what I'd like to say, come this Father's Day



He can bandage up a knee, even made it through a surgery

And just like before, he'll dance with mama cross the kitchen floor

Light a fire with just one match, remove a hook from the fish we'd catch

And go find our dog, when he runs away out in the fog

On Sunday he gets us to church, When something's lost , he'll lead the search

He'll get our kite down from the tree, and when I hurt, he'll comfort me

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He keeps on going like there ain't no end in sight He's a wonder to me

And I remember one day when I, asked him why, he said

because "I love my family"...



Now the tests have shown, I can't breathe on my own

And I can sense your fear............then you whisper in my ear...

Its ok son , i'll be alright, even Superman had Kryptonite...

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Son, you're my Superman If you can't, do it no one can

So blessed that you're my son and I'll need you to carry on

My Superman, I'll meet you in the Promised Land

That's what I'm here to say on this....... Father's Day

on this Father's Day .......