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Bob Dylan

Cry Awhile

 

Cry Awhile

(album: Love And Theft - 2001)


Well, I had to go down to see a guy named Mr. Goldsmith
Nasty, dirty, double-crossing, back-stabbing phony I didn't 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 letting 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 a-going to melt
I went to the Church house, everyday 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 pounding on the wall
It must have been Don Pasquale making a 2 a.m. booty call
To break a trusted 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 ain't got no heart or soul
But I'm a-crying to the Lord, trying 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 babiis in their cribs
I'm longing for that sweet fat that sticks to your ribs
I'm going 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 today could be the day
I might need a good lawyer, could be a funeral mad trial
Well, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cry awhile

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