Bob Dylan

It Takes A Lot To Laugh It Takes A Train To Cry

Well I ride on a mailtrain baby, can't buy a thrill
Well I been up all night baby leanin' on the windowsill
Well if I die on top of the hill
and if I don't make it, you know my baby will
Don't the moon look good mama, shining through the trees
Don't the breakmen look good mama, flaggin' down the "Double-E"
Don't the sun look good goin' down over the sea
but don't my gal look fine when she's coming after me
Now the wintertime is coming, the windows are filled with frost
I went to tell everybody but I could not get across
Well 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.