To be nine and hear your father cry, to see the sadness in his eyes.
But when he would go, he would always let me know “Big boys don’t cry”.
His love for Mama brought tears to his eyes.
I sometimes wonder why Mama’s love brought tears to his eyes.
So I said then and now that I would never let a woman make me cry.
That love inside I would hide with.
I don’t care if she goes, for my father’s eyes told me love can be insane.
My mother, the woman, was to blame, why I will never let a woman make me cry.
Oh, I would do just about anything she said not to see the day.
The Lord counts all her tears, that’s what I fear, Men do make women cry.
