Cry A While

Well, I had to go down and see a guy named Mr. Goldsmith

A nasty, dirty, double-crossin', back-stabbin' phony I didn't wanna have to be dealin' 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 keeping a low profile

Well, I cried for you - now it's your turn, you can cry awhile

.

Feel like a fighting rooster - feel better than I ever felt

But the Pennsylvania line's in an awful mess and the Denver road is about to melt

I went to the church house, every day I go an extra mile

Well, I cried for you - now it's your turn, you can cry awhile

.

Last night 'cross the alley there was a pounding on the walls

It must have been Don Pasquale makin' a two a.m. booty call

To break a trusting heart like mine was just your style

Well, I cried for you - now it's your turn to cry awhile

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I'm on the fringes of the night, fighting back tears that I can't control

Some people they ain't human, they got no heart or soul

Well, I'm crying to The Lord - I'm tryin' to be meek and mild

Yes, I cried for you - now it's your turn, you can cry awhile

.

Well, there's preachers in the pulpits and babies in the cribs

I'm longin' for that sweet fat that sticks to your ribs

I'm gonna buy me a barrel of whiskey - I'll die before I turn senile

Well, I cried for you - now it's your turn, you can cry awhile

.

Well, you bet on a horse and it ran on the wrong way

I always said you'd be sorry and today could be the day

I might need a good lawyer, could be your funeral, my trial

Well, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cry awhile

.

Copyright 2001 Special Rider Music

First release: Love and Theft, 2001

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