| Just a mother and her son sit at home every night
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| While the daddy’s off at work just trying to get by
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| He’s on the graveyard shift, sweat caught in his eyes
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| Why’s their father not home
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| Oh, boy I want to know why
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| That every night he grabs his keys
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| Walks out the door
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| Son, I’m begging you, please
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| Sometimes a man’s just gotta be strong
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| So that one day he can be free
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| With all the trials and doubts that try to break a man down
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| Few land on their feet
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| Sometimes a man’s just gotta stand tall
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| When the reach feels too high
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| And I hope they tell the tales of a worthy man
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| The one that lived a life
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| Sometimes a man’s just gotta be strong
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| Just a husband and his wife sitting home at night
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| While their kids have moved on, just passing the time
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| I see the smile on his face
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| Thinking about the days
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| Sit and talked for a while
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| The whole day was ours
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| But now and then he feels the pain in his chest
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| Walks out the door
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| Never finds enough rest
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| Sometimes a man’s just gotta be strong
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| So that one day he can be free
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| With all the trials and doubt that try to break a man down
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| Few land on their feet
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| Sometimes a man’s just gotta stand tall
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| When the reach feels too high
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| And I hope they tell the tales of a worthy man
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| The one that lived a life
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| Sometimes a man’s just gotta be strong
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| Just a family and a son standing by a graveside
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| Two man that hide it all, kept them warm at midnight
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| Made life look so easy, a sight to see
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| The son thinks deep down it’s who he’d like to be
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| Sometimes a man’s just gotta be strong
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| So that one day he can be free
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| With all the trials and doubt that try to break a man down
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| Few land on their feet
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| Sometimes a man’s just gotta stand tall
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| When the reach feels too high
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| And I hope they tell the tales of a worthy man
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| The one that lived a life
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| Sometimes a man’s just gotta be strong |