Grown Men Don't Cry
I pulled into the shopping center
and saw a little boy wrapped around the leg of his mother
like ice cream melting they embraced
years of bad decisions runnin' down her face
all mornin' i'd been thinkin' my life's so hard
and they wore eyer't ything they own,livin' in a car
i wanted to tell'em it would be ok
but i got just got in my suburban and i drove away
keep having this dream about my old man
i'm 10 years old ,and he's holding my hand
we're talkin' on the front porch watchin' 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 wanna say to him
but i just placed a rose on his grave,and i talk to the wind
i'm sittin'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 it's up the stairs and off to bed and my little girl says
;'i haven't had my story yet.'
and eyerything weighin' on my mind disappears just like that
when she lifts her head off her pillow and says
'i love you dad'
but i dont know why they say grown men don't cry
i don't know why they say grown men don't cry ,don't cry