It Takes a Lot of 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.
    On top of the hill
    And if I don't make it,
    You know my baby will.
    Don't the moon look good, mama,
    Don't the brakeman look good, mama,
    Flagging down the "Double E"?
    Goin' down over the sea?
    Don't my gal look fine
    When she's comin' after me?
    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.


    Marco Giunco
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