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

Well I ride on a mailtrain baby
Can't buy a thrill
Well I've been up all night
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