Lyric 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, 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.