| Lyrics: | Words and Music by Bob Dylan)
Well, I had to go down to see a guy named Mr.
Goldsmith
Nasty, dirty, double-crossin', back-stabbin' phony I didn't have to, 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, every day 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 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 my tears 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 babies 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 that would 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 |
