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
