It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry
Bob Dylan
Well, I ride on a mailtrain, 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
And if I don't make it
You know my baby will
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
Don't say I never warned you
When your train gets lost