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

    Well, I ride on a mailtrain, 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 ghost child look good, baby
    Sittin' on his madman's knees
    Don't the sun look good
    Goin' down over the sea?
    Don't my gal look fine
    When she's comin' after me?

    Well I've just been to the baggage car
    Where the engineer's been tossed
    I stamped out forty compasses
    Sure don't know what they cost
    Well, I wanna be your lover, baby,
    I don't wanna be your boss
    And I can't help it none
    If this train gets lost.


    Marco Giunco
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