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.
I ve been up all night, baby,
Leanin on the window sill.
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 down 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?

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
If your train gets lost.