| I pulled into the shopping center
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| And saw a little boy wrapped around the legs of his mother
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| Like ice cream melting they embraced
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| Years of bad decisions runnin down her face
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| All mornin I d been thinkin my life s so hard
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| And they wore everything they own, livin in a car
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| I wanted to tell him it would be ok But I got just got in my suburban and I drove away
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| But I don t know why they say grown men don t cry
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| I don t know why they say grown men don t cry
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| Keep having this dream about my old man
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| I m 10 years old, and he s holding my hand
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| We re talkin on the front porch watchin the sun go down
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| But it was just a dream he was a slave to his job and he couldn t be around
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| So many things I wanna say to him
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| But I just placed a rose on his grave, and I talk to the wind
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| But I don t know why they say grown men don t cry
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| I don t know why they say grown men don t cry, don t cry
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| I m sittin here with my kids and my wife
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| And everything that I hold dear in my life
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| We say grace and thank the Lord
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| Got so much to be thankful for
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| Then it s up the stairs and off to bed and my little girl says
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| «I haven t had my story yet.»
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| And everything weighin on my mind disappears just like that
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| When she lifts her head off her pillow and says,
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| «I Love You Dad»
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| I don t know why they say grown men don t cry
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| I don t know why they say grown men don t cry
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| And I don t know why they say grown men don t cry
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| I don t know why they say grown men don t cry, don t cry |