Cindy's Cryin'

(album: Saturday Night - 1976)

Cindy's crying but it ain't no use
She's got a habit and she can't get loose.
Stopping each and ev'ry man she meets,
Gonna be a hooker on Bleecker Street.

On Bleecker Street,
Honey, makes you feel like crying.
You said you'd leave it and I hope you're trying.
Oh, they call it living, and it feels like dying.

Police stopped her on the street today,
She was holding and they took her away.
Threw her in jail and they made her wait,
She was crying "Oh, Jesus, let me just get straight.
Let me just get straight". Honey, makes you feel like crying.
I know you can make it but you better stop trying.
Oh, they call it living, Baby, someone's lying.

Cindy, Cindy, whatcha gonna do?
Got no money and you're way past due.
You got every last penny I had,
The man is restless and your credit is bad,
And your credit is bad, Honey, makes you feel like crying.
We can make it but we better start trying.
Oh, I ain't leaving you and I ain't lying.

Now Cindy went South and took the cure,
"This time, Honey, I'm straight for sure".
Went to the corner to the grocery store,
You were gone ten minutes and I know you scored,
And I know you scored,

[Repeat 1st Verse]