Bob Dylan - "Cry A While" 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

Well, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cry awhile
I'm lettin' the cat out of the cage, I'm keepin' a low profile
Feel like a fightin' rooster, feel better than I ever felt
Well, I cry for you, now your turn, you can cry awhile
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
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
I'm on the fringes of the night fighting back my tears I can't control
Well, I cried for you, now it's your turn to cry awhile
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 goin' t' buy me a barrel of whisky, I'll die before I turn senile
I'm longin' for that sweet fat that sticks to your ribs
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 might need a good lawyer, could be your funeral, my trial
I always said you'd be sorry and that would be the day
Well, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cry awhile