Well, I had to go down and see a guy named Mr. Goldsmith
A nasty, dirty, double-crossin´, backstabbin´ 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 deadweight—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 Pasqualli 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