IT TAKES A LOT TO LAUGH，IT TAKES A TRAIN TO CRY

Well I ride on a mail train Can't find me no thrill Well I been up all night Leaning on my window sill Well if I die on top of the hill If I don't make it you know my baby will Yes! Don't the moon look good Mam, Going down over the trees Don't the brakeman look good! Mama, dragging down the double E And don't the sun look good, Going down over the sea Don't my gal look fine, When she's coming after for me Play it now, Steve Aw, pick it Goldberg Hit it one more time now Now that winter time is coming The windows are all filled up with frost I tried to tell everybody, But I could not get across Well I want to be your lover, baby I don't want to be your boss Don't say I didn't want you, When your train gets lost No, no, no, no, Gay ya No, no, no, no, Gay ya No, no, no, no, Gay ya No, no, no, no, Gay ya