Reba McEntire - He Gets That From Me Lyrics

His early mornin' attitude:
You have to drag him out of bed.
Only frosted flakes will do,
He get's that from me:
Yeah, he get's that from me.

His curly hair and his knobbly knees:
The way the sun brings those freckles out.
Talk and talk, never miss a beat,
Yeah, he get's that from me:
He get's that from me.

He looks at me with those big brown eyes:
He's got me in the palm of his hands,
And I swear sometimes it's just like you're here again.
He smiles that little crooked smile:
There's no denying he's your child.
Without him I don't know what I'd do:
He get's that from you:
Oh, he get's that from you.

How he loves your old guitar:
Yeah, he's taught himself to play.
He melts my heart: tells me he love me every day.
And cracks jokes at the perfect time,
Makes me laugh when I want to cry.
That boy is everything to me:
He get's that from you:
He get's that from you.

Last night, I heard him pray:
Lord, help me and mama make it through.
An' tell Daddy we'll be okay:
He said he sure misses you:
He sure misses you.
He really misses you:
He get's that from me.