No Good Place to Cry - Randy Houser
Sunday mornin', it came without warnin'
After another sad Saturday night
No understandin' her change in plans and
I'm way to weak to fight
Well stranger's faces on this crowded street
They all turn away when they, they look at me
They don't wanna see these tears in my eyes
But there ain't no good place to cry
So I found my way down to lower Broadway
Where nobody knows my name
I was just another fool sittin' down there on another stool
With another woman to blame
And I don't wanna share my story
And all the same old blues, they bore me
I just need to find a good place to hide
'Cause there ain't no good place to cry
And I don't want anyone to see
And I don't want anyone to pity me
So I might have to walk these streets all night
'Cause there ain't no good place to cry
Oh there ain't no good place to cry
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