Bob Dylan
It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry
I tried a mail-train, mama, can't buy a thrill
I've been up all night, mama, leanin' on the window sill
If I die on top of the hill
If I don't make it, know my baby will
Don't the moon look good, mama, shinin' through the trees?
Don't the brakeman look good, mama, flagging down the "Double E"?
Don't the sun look good fine setting down over the sea?
Don't my gal look fine when she's running after me?
Wintertime is coming, the windows are filled with frost
I tried 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
Don't say I nеver warned you when your train gеts lost