Well, I had to go down to see a guy Named Mr. Goldsmith Nasty, dirty, double-crossin', back-stabbin' 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 a while 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 a while 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 cried for you Now your turn, you can cry a while 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 a while I'm on the fringes of the night Fighting back my tears I can't control Some people they ain't human They got no heart or soul But I'm a-cryin' to the Lord Tryin' to be meek and mild Yes, I've cried for you Now it's your turn, you can cry a while 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' to buy me a barrel of whisky I'll die before I turn senile Yes, I've cried for you Now it's your turn, you can cry a while 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 your funeral, my trial Well, I cried for you Now it's your turn, you can cry a while