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