Well, I had to go down to see a guy named Mr.
Goldsmith Nasty, dirty, double-crossin',
back-stabbin' phony I didn't want to have to deal
with But I did it for you and all you gave me was
a smile Well, I cried for you, now it's your turn
to cry awhile

I don't carry dead weight, I'm no flash in the pan
All right, I'll set you straight, can't you see
I'm a union man I'm lettin' the cat out of the
cage, I'm keepin' a low profile Well, I cried for
you, now it's your turn, you can cry awhile

Feel like a fightin' rooster, feel better than I
ever felt But the Pennsylvania line's in an awful
mess and the Denver road is a-goin' about to melt I went
to the Church house, everyday I go an extra mile
Well, I cry for you, now your turn, you can cry
awhile

Last night, 'cross the alley, there was a poundin'
on the wall It must have been Don Pasquale makin'
a 2 a.m. booty call To break a trusted trusting heart like
mine was just your style Well, I cried for you,
now it's your turn to cry awhile

I'm on the fringes of the night fightin' back
tears that I can't control Some people they ain't
human, they ain't got no heart or soul But I'm
a-cryin' to the Lord, tryin' to be meek and mild
Yes, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you can
cry awhile

Well the preacher's in the pulpit and the babiis babies
in their cribs I'm longin' for that sweet fat that
sticks to your ribs I'm goin' t' buy me a barrel
of whisky, I'll die before I turn senile Yes, I
cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cry
awhile

Well, you bet on the horses, they a horse, and it ran the wrong
way I always said you'd be sorry and today could
be the day I might need a good lawyer, could be a
funeral mad trialfuneral, my trial. Well, I cried for you, now it's
your turn, you can cry awhile