Crying in my beer

I think I’ll say a prayer for a little rain.
The mercury’s gone insane!
And Estelle says, “there’s no need to shout,
Just take off your shirt and wring it out!”
When things turned sour, it’s hard to tell
What Daddy called, “all shot to hell!”
But that ain’t why I’m crying,
No, that ain’t why I crying
That ain’t why I’m crying in my beer

When Estelle puts on that summer dress
There's just one thing I want to happen next
And she’s not one to curse or blame
Even when I called her by Maria’s name
She just laughed, said “you silly lad”
Made being broke seem not so bad
But that ain’t why I’m crying,
No, that ain’t why I crying
That ain’t why I’m crying in my beer

Others cry for broken dreams, the loss of a gentle touch
And I know how it probably seems but I just drank too much

You know, these muggy mornings are pretty rough
But that just wasn’t good enough
My head told me a cruel joke
It said, you shouldn’t drink and you don’t smoke!
Wish I had a nickel for song
That reminded me where I don’t belong
But that ain’t why I’m crying,
That ain’t why I crying
No, that ain’t why I’m crying in my beer


There's a sadness I can’t help but keep
Like when we put old Luke to sleep
Or all the days that come and go
With nothing really for me to show
I’ve been down this road and back again
And I can’t say what’s worse, my friend
But that ain’t why I’m crying,
That ain’t why I crying
No, that ain’t why I’m crying in my beer

I suppose when others cry, they’re facing down their fears
Last night Estelle, she asked me why I never shed a sober tear

There’s a better place beyond my head
But getting there’s more easily said
Like how much of me Estelle might take
Or when this Goddamn heat might break
Like my feeble heart each and every time
I hear Richard Manuel singing Whispering Pines
But that ain’t why I’m crying,
That ain’t why I crying
No, that ain’t why I’m crying in my beer


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