Tim McGraw - Grown Men Don't Cry lyrics
Tim McGraw [Samuel Timothy McGraw] Start, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Tim McGraw - Grown Men Don't Cry lyrics]
I pulled into the shopping centre
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 would been thinking
My life is so hard
And they wore everything they own
Living in a car
I wanted to tell him it would be ok
But, I got just got in my
Suburban and I drove away
But, 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 am 10 years old, and he is holding my hand
We are 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 could not be around
So many things I want to 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 am 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 it is up the stairs and off
To bed and my little girl says
"I haven't had my story yet"
And everything weighing 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
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 would been thinking
My life is so hard
And they wore everything they own
Living in a car
I wanted to tell him it would be ok
But, I got just got in my
Suburban and I drove away
But, 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 am 10 years old, and he is holding my hand
We are 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 could not be around
So many things I want to 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 am 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 it is up the stairs and off
To bed and my little girl says
"I haven't had my story yet"
And everything weighing 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