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Well, I had to go down to see a guy named Mr. Goldsmith |
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Nasty, dirty, double-crossin', back-stabbin' phony |
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I didn't want to have to deal with |
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But I did it for you and all you gave me was a smile |
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Well, I cried for you, now it's your turn to cry awhile |
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I don't carry dead weight, I'm no flash in the pan |
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All right, I'll set you straight, can't you see I'm a union man? |
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I'm lettin' the cat out of the cage, I'm keepin' a low profile |
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Well, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cry awhile |
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Feel like a fightin' rooster, feel better than I ever felt |
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But the Pennsylvania line's in an awful mess |
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And the Denver road is a-goin' to melt |
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I went to the Church house, everyday I go an extra mile |
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Well, I cry for you, now your turn, you can cry awhile |
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Last night, 'cross the alley, there was a poundin' on the wall |
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It must have been Don Pasquale makin' a 2 a.m. booty call |
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To break a trusted heart like mine was just your style |
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Well, I cried for you, now it's your turn to cry awhile |
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I'm on the fringes of the night fightin' back tears that I can't control |
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Some people they ain't human, they ain't got no heart or soul |
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But I'm a-cryin' to the Lord, tryin' to be meek and mild |
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Yes, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cry awhile |
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Well the preacher's in the pulpit and the babies in their cribs |
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I'm longin' for that sweet fat that sticks to your ribs |
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I'm goin' to buy me a barrel of whiskey, I'll die before I turn senile |
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Yes, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cry awhile |
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Well, you bet on the horses they, they ran the wrong way |
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I always said, "You'd be sorry and today could be the day" |
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I might need a good lawyer, could be a funeral mad trial |
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Well, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cry awhile |
