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

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