My father died a year ago today.
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The rooster started crowing when they carried Dad away.
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There beside my mother, in the living room, I stood,
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With my brothers and my sisters, knowing Dad was gone for good.
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Well, I stayed at home just long enough,
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To lay him in the ground and then I,
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Caught a plane to do a show up north in Detroit town.
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Because I'm older now and I've got no time to cry.
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I've got no time to look back, I've got no time to see,
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The pieces of my heart that have been ripped away from me.
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And if the feeling starts to coming, I've learned to stop 'em fast.
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`Cause I don't know, if I let 'em go, they might not wanna pass.
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And there's just so many people trying to get me on the phone.
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And there's bills to pay, and songs to play,
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And a house to make a home.
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I guess I'm older now and I've got no time to cry.
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I can still remember when I was a girl.
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But so many things have changed so much here in my world.
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I remember sitting on the front yard when an ambulance went by,
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And just listening to those sirens I would breakdown and cry.
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But now I'm walking and I'm talking,
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Doing just what I'm supposed to do.
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Working overtime to make sure that I don't come unglued.
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I guess I'm older now and I've got no time to cry.
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I've got no time to look back, I've got no time to see,
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The pieces of my heart that have been ripped away from me.
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And if the feeling starts to coming, I've learned to stop 'em fast.
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`Cause I don't know, if I let 'em go, they might not wanna pass.
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And there's just so many people trying to get me on the phone.
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And there's bills to pay, and songs to play,
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And a house to make a home.
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I guess I'm older now and I've got no time to cry.
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Now I sit down on the sofa and I watch the evening news:
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There's a half a dozen tragedies from which to pick and choose.
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The baby that was missing was found in a ditch today.
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And there's bombs a'flying and people dying not so far away.
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And I'll take a beer from the 'fridgerator,
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And go sit out in the yard and with a cold one in my hand,
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I'm gonna bite down and swallow hard.
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Because I'm older now: I've got no time to cry.
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I've got no time to look back, I've got no time to see,
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The pieces of my heart that have been ripped away from me.
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And if the feeling starts to coming, I've learned to stop 'em fast.
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`Cause I don't know, if I let 'em go, they might not wanna pass.
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And there's just so many people trying to get me on the phone.
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And there's bills to pay, and songs to play,
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And a house to make a home.
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I guess I'm older now and I've got no time to cry.
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I guess I'm older now: I just ain't got no time to cry.
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No time to cry.
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No time to cry.
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No time to cry.
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No Time To Cry
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Iris Dement |