Little Boys

The first time I saw the old man cry was the day his own father died

And throughout all the years, he never shed another tear

Like the one he did when his daddy died

The one he did when his daddy died

Then 40 years flew right by, and suddenly it was my turn to cry

And ever since that day, I never shed a tear the way that I did the day my daddy died

I did the day my daddy died

'Cause grown men never lose their daddies

Only little boys do

And inside of every man lives a little boy, too