Lyrics 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