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’m 10 years old, and he’s holding 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

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, 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