Album: Concert For Bangla Desh

It Takes A Lot To Laugh, It Takes A Train To Cry

Well, I ride on a mailtrain, 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.