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

(álbum: The Concert For Bangladesh - 1972)

Well, I ride on a mailtrain, baby,
Can't buy a thrill.
I've been up all night, baby,
Leaning 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,
Shining down through the trees?
Don't the brakeman look good, mama,
Flagging down the "Double E"?
Don't the sun look good
Going down over the sea?
Don't my gal look fine
When she's coming 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.