Instrumental version

Too Many Tears — Instrumental draft: “G-1 Excerpt bm132”
© 2019  Myron Schreck
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Vocal Version

Too Many Tears – VOCAL draft version: “voc J-4 Any 115x”
© 2019  Myron Schreck
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TOO MANY TEARS        © 2019 Myron Schreck 

The honky-tonk is loud.
You’ve got a rowdy crowd
You love the way your fans
adore your voice
While I’m at home instead
With our children asleep in bed
For me, I guess,
I really have no choice
 
You’re a country music star
You’re famous near and far
Fifty weeks a year, you’re on the road
Drinks and drugs abound.
Temptations all around.
And all those guys
who want to take you home
Now I’ve got …
Too many sorrows and too many fears.   
I’ve had …
Too many heartaches and too many tears.  
I’ve gone …
Too many nights alone …
a’waiting for your call.
I’ve had … Too many tears ...
To ever cry them all
 
I know you love to sing.
And you love … to travel for a living
And all the ... best gigs …
Are always ... Far from where we live
But when you’re gone …
I think of all the hazards of the road
Those late night small plane flights
Those long and winding highway drives
That’s why I’ve …
Too many sorrows and too many fears.  
I’ve had …
Too many heartaches and too many tears.
I’ve gone …
Too many nights alone …
a’waiting for your call.
I’ve had … Too many tears ...
To ever cry them all
 
I know you talk about our children …
Every night you’re on the stage
And you sing of how you love them …
And the many games you play
But all those stories that you tell …
Are just … deceiving yourself
If you really loved them …
You’d be at home … to put them to bed.
That’s why I’ve …
Too many sorrows and too many fears.   
I’ve had …
Too many heartaches and too many tears.
I’ve gone …
Too many nights alone …
a’waiting for your call.
I’ve had … Too many tears ...
To ever cry them all
 
We’re coming to the end …
it’s useless to pretend
It’s time we realized we can’t go on
You’ll still have the road …
While I raise our kids alone
The life you chose ...
Has finally broke our home.   
For I’ve had…
Too many fights over too many years. 
I’ve had …
Too many cries over too many beers.   
I’ve told ...
Too many lies ...
to our children and our friends
I’ve had … Too many tears …
To ever cry again