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

Well I ride on a mailtrain babyCan't buy a thrillWell I've been up all nightLeanin' on the window sillWell if I dieOn top of the hillAnd if I don't make itYou know my baby willDon't the moon look good mamaShinin' through the treesDon't the brakeman look good mamaFlagging down the "Double E"Don't the sun look goodGoin' down over the seaDon't my gal look fineWhen she's comin' after meNow the wintertime is comingThe windows are filled with frostI went to tell everybodyBut I could not get acrossWell I wanna be your lover babyI don't wanna be your bossDon't say I never warned youWhen your train gets lost