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 fu