Текст песни
Daddy used to say with a whiskey stare,
"Son, life ain't fair, but you stand right there.
You work that job 'til your back is broke,
You don't get flowers 'til you're under oak."
Taught me pride with calloused hands,
How to build a life without no plans.
No tears, no rest, no dreams to chase,
Just feed your kin and know your place.
But I still feel the weight in my chest at night,
Wishing he'd said, "Son, it's okay to cry."
They don't give flowers to the living man,
You get 'em laid down when you can't stand.
A man's work ain't done till he's deep in the clay,
So we break our bones just to earn that day.
I'm tired of dying just to prove I'm strong,
But I keep on walkin' and I carry on.
If love's shown late in a suit and tie,
Then bury me with roses and a reason why.
Watched him grind 'til his hands went numb,
But he never said he was proud of what I'd become.
All I wanted was a nod or a grin,
But silence was louder than it's ever been.
Now I'm grown, with a daughter of my own,
Tryin' to break the curse, the pain I've known.
Tell her, "Baby girl, you cry if you need,
Love ain't weak, it's how we bleed."
And I still hear my father's voice some nights,
Sayin' "Men don't quit, they fight their fights."
They don't give flowers to the living man,
You get 'em laid down when you can't stand.
A man's work ain't done till he's deep in the clay,
So we break our bones just to earn that day.
I'm tired of dying just to prove I'm strong,
But I keep on walkin' and I carry on.
If love's shown late in a suit and tie,
Then bury me with roses and a reason why.
Now I water my daughter's soul with the tears I've shed,
Tell her it's okay to speak the thoughts in your head.
Maybe one day we'll earn our peace
Before we sleep beneath the leaves.
They don't give flowers to the living man,
So I'll hand her love with my own hands.