Cry Awhile — текст песни (Bob Dylan)

Words and music by bob dylan



Well, I had to go down to see a guy named mr. goldsmith

Nasty, dirty, double-crossin, back-stabbin phony I didnt have to, want to have to deal with

But I did it for you and all you gave me was a smile

Well, I cried for you, now its your turn to cry awhile



I dont carry dead weight, Im no flash in the pan

All right, Ill set you straight, cant you see Im a union man

Im lettin the cat out of the cage, Im keepin a low profile

Well, I cried for you, now its your turn, you can cry awhile



Feel like a fightin rooster, feel better than I ever felt

But the pennsylvania lines in an awful mess and the denver road is a-goin 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 trusting heart like mine was just your style

Well, I cried for you, now its your turn to cry awhile



Im on the fringes of the night fighting back my tears I cant control

Some people they aint human, they aint got no heart or soul

But Im a-cryin to the lord, tryin to be meek and mild

Yes, I cried for you, now its your turn, you can cry awhile



Well the preachers in the pulpit and the babies in their cribs

Im longin for that sweet fat that sticks to your ribs

Im goin t buy me a barrel of whisky, Ill die before I turn senile

Yes, I cried for you, now its your turn, you can cry awhile?

Well, you bet on the horses, they ran the wrong way

I always said youd be sorry and that would be the day

I might need a good lawyer, could be your funeral, my trial

Well, I cried for you, now its your turn, you can cry awhile