Even When You Cry
Between the day you're born and the day you die,
You're lucky if they hear you even when you cry, even when you cry.
Are you hungry, little fella? Are you lonely? Are you cold?
You're a smart little fella for being two years old.
Hold your tongue now, boy, now that you know how to talk;
Watch your step, partner, now that you know how to walk.
Between the day you're born and the day you die,
You're lucky if they hear you even when you cry, even when you cry.
Learn the good book, partner; learn the golden rule.
Forget about it, buddy, once you're out of school.
Take your pick now, brother: Save your soul; save your skin.
In a rat race, partner, only rats can win.
Between the day you're born and the day you die,
You're lucky if they hear you even when you cry, even when you cry.
Off the grass there, mister! Keep yourself in line!
You don't tell me your troubles and I will not tell you mine.
Step aside, now, grandpa; you're holding business up.
Find yourself another street to shake an old tin cup.
Between the day you're born and the day you die,
You're lucky if they hear you even when you cry, even when you cry.
Nobody cares about you from the day that you're born to the day you die.
Nobody cares about you, so why hang your head and cry?
You're lucky if they hear you even when you cry, even when you cry.
Are you hungry, little fella? Are you lonely? Are you cold?
You're a smart little fella for being two years old.
Hold your tongue now, boy, now that you know how to talk;
Watch your step, partner, now that you know how to walk.
Between the day you're born and the day you die,
You're lucky if they hear you even when you cry, even when you cry.
Learn the good book, partner; learn the golden rule.
Forget about it, buddy, once you're out of school.
Take your pick now, brother: Save your soul; save your skin.
In a rat race, partner, only rats can win.
Between the day you're born and the day you die,
You're lucky if they hear you even when you cry, even when you cry.
Off the grass there, mister! Keep yourself in line!
You don't tell me your troubles and I will not tell you mine.
Step aside, now, grandpa; you're holding business up.
Find yourself another street to shake an old tin cup.
Between the day you're born and the day you die,
You're lucky if they hear you even when you cry, even when you cry.
Nobody cares about you from the day that you're born to the day you die.
Nobody cares about you, so why hang your head and cry?
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Writer(s): Quincy D. Jones, Marilyn Bergman, Alan Bergman
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