Cindy's Cryin' - Tom Paxton

Cindy’s cryin' but it ain’t no use —

She’s got a habit and she can’t get loose

Stoppin' each and ev’ry man she meets

Gonna be a hooker on Bleecker Street

On Bleecker Street

Honey, makes you feel like cryin'

You said you’d leave it and I hope you’re tryin'

Oh, they call it livin', and it feels like dyin'

Police stopped her on the street today

She was holdin' and they took her away

Threw her in jail and they made her wait

She was cryin' «Oh, Jesus, let me just get straight

Let me just get straight».

Honey, makes you feel like cryin'

I know you can make it but you better stop tryin'

Oh, they call it livin', Baby, someone’s lyin'

Cindy, Cindy, whatcha gonna do?

Got no money and you’re way past due

You got every last penny I had

The man is restless and your credit is bad

And your credit is bad, Honey, makes you feel like cryin'

We can make it but we better start tryin'

Oh, I ain’t leaving you and I ain’t lyin'

Now Cindy went South and took the cure

«This time, Honey, I’m straight for sure»

Went to the corner to the grocery store

You were gone ten minutes and I know you scored

And I know you scored

(Repeat First Verse)