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Cry a While

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Bob Dylan - Cry a While (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Vocals
Larry Campbell
Larry Campbell
Guitar
Charlie Sexton
Charlie Sexton
Guitar
David Kemper
David Kemper
Drums
Augie Meyers
Augie Meyers
Keyboards
Tony Garnier
Tony Garnier
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jack Frost
Jack Frost
Producer

Songteksten

Well, I had to go down and see a guy named Mr. Goldsmith Nasty, dirty, double-crossing, backstabbing phony I didn't have to wanna have to deal with him 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 deadweight, 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 letting 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 your turn, you can cry awhile Last night 'cross the alley there was a pounding on the walls It must have been Don Pasqualli, making a 2 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 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 But I'm crying 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 preachers in the pulpit and babies in the cribs I'm longing 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 Yes, 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
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