Words and music by Bob Dylan
WellI had to go down to see a guy named Mr. Goldsmith
Nastydirtydouble-crossin back-stabbin phony I didn t have towant to have to deal with
But I did it for you and all you gave me was a smile
WellI cried for younow it s your turn to cry awhile
I don t carry dead weightI m no flash in the pan
All rightI ll set you straightcan t you see I m a union man
I m lettin the cat out of the cageI m keepin a low profile
WellI cried for younow it s your turnyou can cry awhile
Feel like a fightin roosterfeel 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 houseevery day I go an extra mile
WellI cry for younow your turnyou can cry awhile
Last night cross the alleythere 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
WellI cried for younow 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 humanthey ain t got no heart or soul
But I m a-cryin to the Lordtryin to be meek and mild
YesI cried for younow it s your turnyou 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 whiskyI ll die before I turn senile
YesI cried for younow it s your turnyou can cry awhile?
Wellyou bet on the horsesthey ran the wrong way
I always said you d be sorry and that would be the day
I might need a good lawyercould be your funeralmy trial
WellI cried for younow it s your turnyou can cry awhile

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