Текст и слова песни Bob Dylan – Cry A While
Well, I had to go down and see a guy named Mr. Goldsmith
A nasty, dirty, double-crossin , back-stabbin phony I didn t wanna have to be dealin 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 keeping a low profile
Well, I cried for you - now it s your turn, you can cry awhile
Feel like a fighting 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 cried for you - now it s your turn, you can cry awhile
Last night cross the alley there was a pounding on the walls
It must have been Don Pasquale makin a two 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 awhile
I m on the fringes of the night, fighting back tears that I can t control
Some people they ain t human, they got no heart or soul
Well, I m crying to The Lord - I m tryin to be meek and mild
Yes, I cried for you - now it s your turn, you can cry awhile
Well, there s preachers in the pulpits and babies in the cribs
I m longin for that sweet fat that sticks to your ribs
I m gonna buy me a barrel of whiskey - I ll die before I turn senile
Well, I cried for you - now it s your turn, you can cry awhile
Well, you bet on a horse and it ran on 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
A nasty, dirty, double-crossin , back-stabbin phony I didn t wanna have to be dealin 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 keeping a low profile
Well, I cried for you - now it s your turn, you can cry awhile
Feel like a fighting 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 cried for you - now it s your turn, you can cry awhile
Last night cross the alley there was a pounding on the walls
It must have been Don Pasquale makin a two 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 awhile
I m on the fringes of the night, fighting back tears that I can t control
Some people they ain t human, they got no heart or soul
Well, I m crying to The Lord - I m tryin to be meek and mild
Yes, I cried for you - now it s your turn, you can cry awhile
Well, there s preachers in the pulpits and babies in the cribs
I m longin for that sweet fat that sticks to your ribs
I m gonna buy me a barrel of whiskey - I ll die before I turn senile
Well, I cried for you - now it s your turn, you can cry awhile
Well, you bet on a horse and it ran on 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
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