It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry
Written by 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 brakeman look good, mama,
Flagging down the "Double E"
Don't the sun look good
Goin' down over the sea
Don't my gal look fine
When she's 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 don't wanna be your boss
Don't say I never warned you
When your train gets lost