Bob Dylan
It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry
Well, I ride a mail train
Can’t buy a thrill
I’ve been up all night
Leanin on the windowsill
And if I die on top of the hill…
If I don’t make it
, you know my baby will
Don’t the moon look good
Shinin through the trees?
Don’t the brakeman look good
Flagging down the Double E?
Don’t the sun look good
Goin down over the sea?
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
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
Don’t say I never warned you
When your train gets lost....