It Takes A Lot To Laugh, It Takes A Train To Cry  - Bob Dylan

    Well, I ride on a mail train, baby, can't buy a thrill
    I been up all night, leanin' on the window sill
    Well, if I die on top of the hill
    Well, if I don't make it mama, you know my baby will
    Don't the moon look good mama, shinin' through the trees
    Don't the brakemen look good mama, flaggin' down the double E's
    Don't the sun look good goin' down over the sea
    But 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
    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 


    Marco Giunco
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