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Well Sunday morning It came without warning After another sad Saturday night No understanding Her changing plans and I'm way too weak to fight Strangers' 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 I don't want to share my story And more of 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 From Letras Mania