Tough Guys

Tough Guys
Music and Lyrics by Steve Zuwala


Papa was a big man
Born in the wetlands
Huntin’ gator in the black bayou

There wasn’t a braver man a live
He stood six five
And his shadow eclipsed the moon

I’ve never seen him cry ‘cept when mama died
That night I found him on his knees
He prayed Lord up above help me raise my son
Since she’s gone he has only me

But I said:
Papa you’re a big man the devil picked the wrong man
You’ll beat him black and blue
He said son understand it’s not the size of the man that determines what he can do
True strengths from within son you can’t always win
But in the long run the strong ones do
But tough guys need Jesus too

Papa’s long gone I’ve got a boy of my own
And he thinks I hung the moon
When he looks up at me
I believe I see
What I saw in my daddy too
He’s chip off the old block
Born of good stock
But tough ain’t good enough
So I teach him to pray just the way
His grandpa tough me to do

And when he says:
Papa you’re a big man the devil picked the wrong man
You’ll beat him black and blue
I say son understand it’s not the size of the man that determines what he can do
True strengths from within son you can’t always win
But in the long run the strong ones do
But tough guys need Jesus too

Truck drivers, steel workers, coal miners, School teachers,
The fireman who pull you from the flames
They make it look easy but son believe me
When they need strength they pray
Tough guys need Jesus too…