Song | It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry |
Artist | Michael Bloomfield |
Album | Super Session |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Well, I ride on a mailtrain, baby | |
Can’t buy a thrill | |
Well, I’ve been up all night, baby | |
Leanin’ on the windowsill | |
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 |
Well, I ride on a mailtrain, baby | |
Can' t buy a thrill | |
Well, I' ve been up all night, baby | |
Leanin' on the windowsill | |
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 |
Well, I ride on a mailtrain, baby | |
Can' t buy a thrill | |
Well, I' ve been up all night, baby | |
Leanin' on the windowsill | |
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 |