It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry (Live at the Newport Folk Festival, Newport, RI - July 1965) Lyrics

Well, I ride on a mailtrain, baby
Can't buy a thrill
Well, I've been up all night, baby
Leanin' on the windowsill
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 look good, baby
Bein' where he wants to be
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 just been to the baggage car
Where the engineer's been tossed
I stomped out 40 compasses
God knows what they cost
Well, I wanna be your lover, baby
I don't wanna be your boss
I can't help it, if this dream gets lost