It Takes A Lot To Laugh, It
Takes A Train To Cry - Bob Dylan
Well,
I ride on a mail train, baby, can't buy a thrill
I been up all night, leanin'
on the window sill
Well, if I die on top of the
hill
Well, if I don't make it mama,
you know my baby will
Don't the moon look good mama,
shinin' through the trees
Don't the brakemen look good
mama, flaggin' down the double E's
Don't the sun look good goin'
down over the sea
But don't my gal look fine
when she's comin' after me
Now the wintertime is coming,
the windows are filled with frost
I went to tell everybody,
but I could not get across
I wanna be your lover baby,
I don't wanna be your boss
Don't say I never warned you
when your train gets lost