IT TAKES A LOT TO LAUGH, IT TAKES A TRAIN TO CRY 

WRITER BOB DYLAN



Well, I ride on a mail train, baby, 

Can't buy a thrill. 

Well, I've been up all night, baby, Leanin' on the window sill. 

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, 

Shinin' through the trees? 

Don't the brakeman look good, mama, 

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.