Idioma Origen:
Well, I had to go down to see a guy named Mr. Goldsmith
Nasty, dirty, double-crossin´, back-stabbin´ phony I didn´t 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 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 a-goin´ to melt
I went to the Church house, everyday 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 trusted 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 fightin´ back 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 babiis in their 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 a funeral mad trial
Well, I cried for you, now it´s your turn, you can cry awhile
Idioma Destino:
Well, I had to go down to see a guy named Mr. Goldsmith
Nasty, dirty, double-crossin´, back-stabbin´ phony I didn´t 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 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 a-goin´ to melt
I went to the Church house, everyday 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 trusted 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 fightin´ back 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 babiis in their 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 a funeral mad trial
Well, I cried for you, now it´s your turn, you can cry awhile