Cry A While

Bob Dylan © 2001 Special Rider Music

(Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com)

"Love And Theft" session, Clinton Studios, NYC - 18.may.2001, take 2  

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, wanna 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 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 about 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 a.m. booty call
To break a trustin' 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 that 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 the cribs
I'm longin' for that sweet fat that sticks to your ribs.
I'm goin' 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 your funeral, my trial
Well, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cry awhile.