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HE STILL REMEMBERS THE CALL — THE ONE THAT CHANGED THE SOUND OF SILENCE FOREVER. Wayman was gone. And for the first time in a long while, Toby Keith didn’t have words, only tears that wouldn’t fall. When he finally picked up his guitar, the room felt smaller, the air heavier. “Cryin’ for Me” wasn’t written for radio; it was written for healing. Each line carried Wayman’s laughter, his faith, his unshakable joy — the way he could light up a stage or a hospital room with the same smile. Toby didn’t sing to say goodbye. He sang to keep his friend close — to remind the world that true friendship doesn’t fade, it echoes. And in every soft note of that song, Wayman still plays on.

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Introduction

Some songs come from imagination. Others come straight from the heart. “Cryin’ for Me (Wayman’s Song)” belongs entirely to the second kind.

Toby Keith wrote it after the passing of his close friend, Wayman Tisdale—a former NBA player turned jazz musician, and one of the most joyful, radiant souls Keith ever knew. The two men shared not just friendship, but brotherhood. And when Wayman died in 2009, Toby didn’t sit down to write a hit; he sat down to grieve the only way he knew how—through music.

What makes this song special is its honesty. It doesn’t try to sound poetic or polished. It sounds real. You can feel Toby’s voice tremble as he sings about the laughter they shared and the hole his friend’s absence left behind. There’s a line that cuts especially deep—“I’m not cryin’ ‘cause I feel so sorry for you; I’m cryin’ for me.” It’s that quiet admission we’ve all felt after losing someone: that the tears aren’t for them—they’re for us, for the ache of still being here without them.

The melody is soft, almost reverent, carried by steel guitar and Toby’s restrained delivery. It’s not a performance—it’s a conversation with a friend who can no longer answer. And that’s what makes it hit so hard: it feels like we’re listening in on something deeply personal, yet universal at the same time.

“Cryin’ for Me” reminds us that grief and gratitude can live in the same breath. It’s not just a tribute to Wayman—it’s a promise that friendship, real friendship, doesn’t end when one of you walks away.

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Lyrics

Sorry you miss me
I’ll get back with you as soon as I can
Thank you, God bless
Got the news on Friday mornin’
But a tear I couldn’t find
You showed me how I’m supposed to live
And now you showed me how to die
I was lost ’til Sunday mornin’
I woke up to face my fear
While writin’ you this goodbye song
I found a tear
I’m gonna miss that smile
I’m gonna miss you, my friend
Even though it hurts the way it ended up, I’d do it all again
So play it sweet in heaven
‘Cause that’s right where you want to be
I’m not cryin’ ’cause I feel so sorry for you
I’m cryin’ for me
I got up and dialed your number
And your voice came on the line, with that old familiar message
I’d heard a thousand times, it just said
“Sorry that I missed you, leave a message and God bless”
I know you’d think I’m crazy, but I had to hear your voice again
I’m gonna miss that smile
I’m gonna miss you, my friend
Even though it hurts the way it ended up, I’d do it all again
So play it sweet in heaven
‘Cause that’s right where you want to be
I’m not cryin’ ’cause I feel so sorry for you
I’m cryin’ for me
So play your upside down, left-handed, backwards bass guitar
And I’ll see you on the other side, superstar
I’m gonna miss that smile
I’m gonna miss you, my friend
Even though it hurts the way it ended up, I’d do it all again
So play it sweet in heaven
‘Cause that’s right where you want to be
I’m not cryin’ ’cause I feel so sorry for you
I’m cryin’ for me
I’m still cryin’
I’m cryin’ for me, oh
I’m still cryin’

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