Bob Dylan Cry A While Lyrics
            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
        
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