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