It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry

Well, I ride on a mailtrain, baby,
Cant buy a thrill.
Well, Ive been up all night, baby,
Leanin on the window sill.
Well, if I die
On top of the hill
And if I dont make it,
You know my baby will.

Dont the moon look good, mama,
Shinin through the trees?
Dont the brakeman look good, mama,
Flagging down the 'Double E'?
Dont the sun look good
Goin down over the sea?
Dont my gal look fine
When shes 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 dont wanna be your boss.
Dont say I never warned you
When your train gets lost.