(Margaret A. Rich)

He follows my footsteps with every step I take
I hear his little footsteps with every move I make
I know he loves his mother and his sisters and brothers
But it's my footsteps he follows so I'm bound to walk the line
For that little man of mine.

Times I lay myself to bed he's gotta have to slip
That I have to go away on another lonely trip
I promise in the moon and stars I get them if I could
I kiss away his tears and say now boy you be real good.

He follows my footsteps with every step I take
I hear his little footsteps with every move I make
I know he loves his mother and his sisters and brothers
But it's my footsteps he follows so I'm bound to walk the line
For that little man of mine.

So I'm bound to walk the line
For that little man of mine...