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,
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
Going down over the sea ?
But don t my gal look fine
When she s comin after me ?

Well, 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 wanted you
When your train gets lost.