It Takes A Lot To Laugh — текст песни (The Rolling Stones)

(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.