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 morning I'd been thinking my life's so hard
And they wore everything they owned, living in a car
I wanted to tell them it would be ok
But I just got in my Suburban, and I, I drove away

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
I just placed a rose on his grave and I talked to the wind

I don't know why they say grown men don't cry
I don't know why they say grown men 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"
Everything weighing on my mind disappears, just like that
When she lifts her head off her pillow and says, "I love you dad"

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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Writer(s): Steve Seskin, Tom Douglas