Lyrics

CRY, CRY, CRY - Words and Music by WANITA

I’m not in good health, so how are you feeling?
I’m dry cause I’ve been drownin’ for years
Even the leeches that hang off me now days
I cry for them ‘cause I’m all sucked out and used.

Well I cry, cry, cry though my cheeks don’t a-get wet
My face feels like a dehydrated prune
And I’ll cry, cry, cry till there ain’t no tears to give
I’m a shell of them old used up blues.

I’m gonna paint a portrait of all my sweet friends
I’ll start with a big fat lady that’s green
I’ll paint a gold guitar in a 16th century coffin
With scratch marks and the echo of my screams.

And I’ll cry, cry, cry though my cheeks won’t a-get wet
My face feels like a dehydrated prune
Well I’ll cry, cry, cry till there ain’t no tears to give
I’m a shell of them old used up blues.

So just in good keepin’ with everyone else
I’m gonna think of no one but me
I’ll shut the door in the faces of all my welfare friends
And freeze single servings for me.

And I’ll cry, cry, cry though my cheeks won’t a-get wet
My face feels like a dehydrated prune
And I’ll cry, cry, cry till I ain’t got no tears to give
I’m a shell of them old used up blues.

Well, you lay down with dogs, you’ll wake up with fleas
That suck the life right out of ya clean
Smaller blood suckers than all them big fat a leeches
That fill up till there’s a nothin left in ya.

Well, I’ll cry, cry, cry though my cheeks won’t a-get wet.
My face feels like a dehydrated prune these days
And I’ll cry, cry, cry till there ain’t no tears to give
I’m a shell of them old used up blues.

Just a shell of them old used up blues
Just a shell of them old used up blues.