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   Alright, 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 AM 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' to buy me a barrel of whiskey, 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