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

bob dylan





well, i ride on a mail train baby

canÔÇÖt buy a thrill

well, i been up all night, baby

leaninÔÇÖ on the window sill

well, if i die, on top of the hill

and if i donÔÇÖt make it

you know my baby will



donÔÇÖt the moon look good

shininÔÇÖ through the trees

and donÔÇÖt the brakeman look good, baby

flagginÔÇÖ down the double "e"

donÔÇÖt the sun look good

goinÔÇÖ down over the sea

but, donÔÇÖt my man look fine

when heÔÇÖs cominÔÇÖ after me



now the winter time is cominÔÇÖ

the windows are filled with frost

i went to tell everybody

but, i could not get across

well, i want to be your lover, baby

i donÔÇÖt to be your boss

donÔÇÖt say i never warned you

when your train gets lost