Words and music by Bob DylanWell, I had to go down to see a guy named Mr. GoldsmithNasty, dirty, double-crossin', back-stabbin' phony I didn't have to, want to have to deal withBut I did it for you and all you gave me was a smileWell, I cried for you, now it's your turn to cry awhileI don't carry dead weight, I'm no flash in the panAll right, I'll set you straight, can't you see I'm a union manI'm lettin' the cat out of the cage, I'm keepin' a low profileWell, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cry awhileFeel like a fightin' rooster, feel better than I ever feltBut the Pennsylvania line's in an awful mess and the Denver road is a-goin' to meltI went to the Church house, every day I go an extra mileWell, I cry for you, now your turn, you can cry awhileLast night, 'cross the alley, there was a poundin' on the wallIt must have been Don Pasquale makin' a 2 a.m. booty callTo break a trusting heart like mine was just your styleWell, I cried for you, now it's your turn to cry awhileI'm on the fringes of the night fighting back my tears I can't controlSome people they ain't human, they ain't got no heart or soulBut I'm a-cryin' to the Lord, tryin' to be meek and mildYes, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cry awhileWell the preacher's in the pulpit and the babies in their cribsI'm longin' for that sweet fat that sticks to your ribsI'm goin' t' buy me a barrel of whisky, I'll die before I turn senileYes, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cry awhile?Well, you bet on the horses, they ran the wrong wayI always said you'd be sorry and that would be the dayI might need a good lawyer, could be your funeral, my trialWell, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cry awhile
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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
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