Grown Men Don't Cry

I pulled into the shopping center

And saw a little boy wrapped around the legs of his mother

Like ice cream meltin' they embraced

Years of bad decisions runnin' down her face

All mornin' I'd been thinkin' my life's so hard

And they wore everything they own, livin' in a car

I wanted to tell him it would be okay

But I got just got in my suburban and I, 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 havin' this dream about my old man

I'm ten years old and he's holdin' 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

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 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 everything weighin' on my mind disappears 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"

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"