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Country Charley Pride/Pride of Country Music (Charley Pride) · Shoulder to Shoulder (Brother's Keeper) · Generations of Bluegrass, Vol. 2: Shoulder to Shoulder (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Cry Cry Cry (Johnny Cash) · Cry Cry Cry (Cry Cry Cry) · The Essential Charley Pride [RLG Legacy] (Charley Pride) · Best of Charley Pride: Crystal Chandeliers (Charley Pride) · The Incomparable Charley Pride [Legend] (Charley Pride) · The Essential Charley Pride [RCA] (Charley Pride) · The Very Best of Charley Pride 1987-1989 (Charley Pride) – and 90 other albums »
Tell my father that his son Didn't run, or surrender That I bore his name with pride As I tried to remember You are judged by what you do While
I sit, starin' out the window Watchin' this world pass me by Sometimes I think there's nothin' to live for I almost break down and cry Sometimes I
Well this man knows the ways of life on the underground. Now passing him by don't you won't hurt his pride. Now sympathy ain't what he needs to heal
Some days I sit (sit), starin' out the window(dow) Watchin' this world pa** me by Sometimes I think (think) there's nothin' to live for (for) I almost
side With a shoulder to cry on and tissue to wipe my eyes And a bucket to catch ever tear I cried inside it. You even had the same type of childhood I
my mother died I had to take it in stride There ain't no room for pride in watching your father cry And dad made it until maybe a year later When they
follow what's felt inside; between the power struggle and the selfish pride. No one's allowed to cry unfair because now they both get to drink alone
you, I let you cry on my shoulder No tissue, just short sleeve, tears see-through Our lives equal, thinking what you been through Uh, yo Genie here Yea I
shoulder he whirled To find the maiden by his side She smiled and the world seemed to open before him He tried to speak but his tongue was tied You must
that make the whole world sing I write the songs of love and special things I write the songs that make the young girls cry I write the songs, I write
to fend for himself or by his own Mr drug dealer it's 1995, now that he's older stress weighs on his shoulders Heavy as boulders, but he hides it
sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked And drive straight through the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay Cause here I- wait, did
everytime I think about you It's like the world been on my shoulders, everyday I been without you My way of living ain't healthy, but I'm trying to be a man