Текст Bob Dylan – It Takes A Lot To Laugh It Takes A Train To Cry

Well, I ride on a mailtrain, babe
Can’t buy a thrill
Well, I’ve been up all night
Leanin’ on the window sill

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