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