Lyrics Your Turn to Cry - Black Pistol Fire

Your Turn to Cry

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