It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry - Chris Smither

Well, I ride on a mail train, baby

Can’t buy a thrill

I’ve been up all night, baby

Leanin' on the window sill

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' down 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?

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

If your train gets lost