I pulled into the shopping center
And saw a little boy wrapped
around the legs of his mother.
Like ice cream melting,
they embraced,
Years of bad decisions
running down her face.
All mornin' I'd been thinking
my life's so hard,
And they wore everything
they owned,living in a car.
I wanted to tell 'em
it would be okay,
But I just got in my Suburban
and I drove away.

And I don't know why they say
grown men don't cry.
I don't know why they say
grown men don't cry.

Keep having this dream
about my old man,
I'm ten years old
and he's holding my hand.
We're talking
on the front porch
Watching the sun go down,
But it was just a dream.
He was a slave to his job
And he couldn't be around.
So many things
I want to say to him,
But I just placed a rose
on his grave,
And I talked to the wind.

And I don't know why they say
grown men don't cry.
I don't know why they say
grown men don't cry, don't cry.

I'm sitting here
with my kids and my wife
And everything
that I hold dear in my life.
We say grace,
and thank the Lord
Got so much to be thankful for.
Then its up the stairs
and off to bed
And my little girl says,
"I haven't had my story, yet."
And everything weighing
on my mind disapears
just like that
When she lifts her head
off her pillow and says,
"I love you, dad!"

And I don't know why they say
grown men don't cry.
I don't know why they say
grown men don't cry.

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