Bob Dylan
it takes a lot to laugh
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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.
- Album:
- The Real Royal Albert Hall 1966 Concert
- Minneapolis Hotel Tape & The Gaslight Cafe
- Fallen Angels
- Shadows in the Night
- GASLIGHT, NYC, SEPT. 6TH, 1961
- The Bootleg Series Vol. 10: Another Self Portrait...
- Tempest
- Miscellaneous
- Before The Flood
- Together Through Life
- Theme Time Radio Hour: The Best Of The Second Series
- Christmas In The Heart
- Modern Times
- No Direction Home: The Soundtrack - The Bootleg Series...
- "Love and Theft"
- Live 1966-bootleg Series Vol. 4
- Time Out of Mind
- Natural Born Killers
- World Gone Wrong
- Good As I Been To You