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

Well, I ride on a mail train baby, canât buy a thrill Well, I been up all night baby, leaninâ on the window sill Well, if I die on top of the hill and if I donât make it You know my baby will Donât the moon look good shininâ through the trees And donât the brakeman look good baby, flagginâ down the double E Donât the sun look good goinâ down over the sea But donât my man look fine when heâs cominâ after me Now the winter time is cominâ, the windows are filled with frost I went to tell everybody but I could not get across Well, I want to be your lover baby, I donât to be your boss Donât say I never warned you when your train gets lost