Cry a While

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 a while 

  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 a while 

  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 
  Every day I go an extra mile 
  Well, I cried for you 
  Now your turn, you can cry a while 

  Last night, 'cross the alley 
  There was a poundin' on the wall 
  It must have been Don Pasquale 
  Makin' a 2 am 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 a while 

  I'm on the fringes of the night 
  Fighting back my tears I can't control 
  Some people they ain't human 
  They got no heart or soul 

  But I'm a-cryin' to the Lord 
  Tryin' to be meek and mild 
  Yes, I've cried for you 
  Now it's your turn, you can cry a while 

  Well the preacher's in the pulpit 
  And the babies in their cribs 
  I'm longin' for that sweet fat 
  That sticks to your ribs 

  I'm goin' to buy me a barrel of whisky 
  I'll die before I turn senile 
  Yes, I've cried for you 
  Now it's your turn, you can cry a while 

  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 your funeral, my trial 
  Well, I cried for you 
  Now it's your turn, you can cry a while