I Don't Cry at Funerals

I bow down and hold my anger I wouldn't want you ashamed of me Find a quite place Take it in, I see your face I still can't believe the way That things have gone And they are crying There's not a dry eye in here But mine And I knew you Better than these fakes and fools I can't believe She didn't call me But I won;t speak another word On that false intention I don't cry at funerals, not at all I know your in a better place Dad I know that Heaven's gates are freeing But I still miss our talks As selfish as that thought may be but A flower on your grave is all I know The way That things have gone And they are crying There's not a dry eye around me But mine I knew you better Than these fakes and fools I can't believe She didn't call me But I won't speak another work On that false intention I don't cry at funerals Not at all I am just a son of a lost singing soul I am just the son of a sinner made whole Catch a dream of the late night Catch a dream of the open road Two Fathers in Heaven loving me and this I know for sure That's a fact and it doesn't matter who has your guitar Catch a case of the blues Daddy because I'm still missing you But it's alright How things have gone And their crying Theirs not a dry eye around me But mine And I knew you better than these fakes and fools I can't believe She didn't call me But I won't speak another work on that false intention Just so you know I don't cry at funerals