It Takes A Lot To Laugh, It Takes A Train To Cry
Bob Dylan

Well, I ride on a mailtrain, baby
Canít buy a thrill
Well, Iíve been up all night, baby
Leaniní on the windowsill
Well, if I die
On top of the hill
And if I donít make it
You know my baby will

Donít the moon look good, mama
Shininí through the trees?
Donít the brakeman look good, mama
Flagging down the ďDouble E?Ē
Donít the sun look good
Goiní down over the sea?
Donít my gal look fine
When sheís cominí 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 donít wanna be your boss
Donít say I never warned you
When your train gets lost

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