Your Turn to Cry - Black Pistol Fire

Is there a man who can let

His shoes

Lord, I’ve been told

Lord, I’ve been told

Step right on up, darlin'

It’s your turn to cry

Step right on up, darlin'

It’s your turn to cry

the one with the golden locks

by the way that she walks

shakin' like she got them bones

Buy me a and a forty-five

in a switchblade jive

You don’t kiss as well as you think

Not to worry, 'cause I won’t tell a soul

Maybe you have

I won’t make you well

in a switchblade jive

You don’t kiss as well as you think

Not to worry, 'cause I won’t tell a soul

Maybe you have

I won’t make you well

Step right on up, darlin'

It’s your turn to cry

Step right on up, darlin'

It’s your turn to cry