Cry a While

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   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 letting the cat out of the cage I'm keeping a low profile Well I cried for you now it's your turn and you can cry a while 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 a while Last night 'cross the alley there was a pounding on the wall It must have been Don Pasquale 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 a while 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 trying to be meek and mild Yes I'm crying 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 longing for that sweet fat that sticks to your ribs I gonn' 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 a while Well you bet on the horse and it 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