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Capo 3rd Fret
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Well, I had to go down to see a guy named Mr. Goldsmith
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Nasty, dirty, double-crossing, back-stabbing phony 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 a while.
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 letting 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 a while.
Feel like a fighting rooster, feel better than I ever felt
But the Pennsylvania Line in an awful mess and the Denver road's about to melt
I went to a Church house, every day I go an extra mile
Well, I cried for you, now your turn, you can cry a while.
Last night, 'cross the alley, there was a pounding on the wall
It must have been Don Pasquale making a 2 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 a while.
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
But I'm crying to the Lord, trying to be meek and mild
Yes, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cry a while.
(Instrumental)
Well the preacher's in the pulpit and the babies in their cribs
I'm longing for that sweet fat that sticks to your ribs
But I'm gonna 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 a while.
Well, you bet on the horse, and it 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 trail
Well, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cry a while.
Copyright © 2001 Special Rider
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