Well, I had to go down to see a guy named Mr. Goldsmith
GoldsmithNasty, dirty, double-crossin',enter deleted
back-stabbin' phonyenter added
I didn't have to, want to have to deal with
withBut I did it for you and all you gave me wasenter deleted
a smileenter added
Well, I cried for you, now it's your turnenter deleted
to cry awhile

I don't carry dead weight, I'm no flash in the pan
All right,Alright, I'll set you straight, can't you seeenter deleted
I'm a union manenter added
I'm lettin' the cat out of theenter deleted
cage, I'm keepin' a low profileenter added
Well, I cried forenter deleted
you, now it's your turn, you can cry awhile

Feel like a fightin' rooster, feel better than Ienter deleted
ever feltenter added
But the Pennsylvania line's in an awful mess
mess andAnd the Denver road is about a-goin' to meltenter added
I wententer deleted
to the Church church house, everyday every day I go an extra mile
Well, I cry for you, now your turn, you can cryenter deleted
awhile

Last night, 'cross the alley, there was a poundin'enter deleted
on the wallenter added
It must have been Don Pasquale makin'enter deleted
a 2 a.m. AM booty callenter added
To break a trusting heart likeenter deleted
mine was just your styleenter added
Well, I cried for you,enter deleted
now it's your turn to cry awhile

I'm on the fringes of the night fightin' night, fighting backenter deleted
my tears that I can't controlenter added
Some people they ain'tenter deleted
human, they ain't got no heart or soulenter added
But I'menter deleted
a-cryin' to the Lord, tryin' to be meek and mild
Yes, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you canenter deleted
cry awhile
WellWell, the preacher's in the pulpit and the babiesenter deleted
in their cribsenter added
I'm longin' for that sweet fat thatenter deleted
sticks to your ribsenter added
I'm goin' t' to buy me a barrelenter deleted
of whisky, whiskey, I'll die before I turn senileenter added
Yes, Ienter deleted
cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cryenter deleted
awhile

Well, you bet on a horse, and it the horses, they ran the wrong way
wayI always said you'd be sorry and today could
that would be the dayenter added
I might need a good lawyer, could be a
your funeral, my trial. trial
Well, I cried for you, now it'senter deleted
your turn, you can cry awhile