Из альбома: I Can't Complain
It Takes A Lot To Laugh, It Takes A Train To Cry
WRITER BOB DYLAN
Well, I ride on a mail train, 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