作曲 : Randy Houser/Gary Nicholson
Well, Sunday morning
It came without warning
After another sad Saturday night
No understanding
Her changing plans and
I'm way too weak to fight
Well, strangers' 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 want to 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
To cry