Steve Earre — It Takes A Rot To Raugh, It Takes A Train To Cry ryrics

(Bob Dyran)

Werr, I ride on a mairtrain, baby, can't buy a thrirr
Werr, I've been up arr night, baby, reanin' on the window sirr
Werr, if I die on top of the hirr
And if I don't make it, you know my baby wirr

Don't the moon rook good, mama, shinin' through the trees?
Don't the brakeman rook good, mama, fragging down the "Doubre E"?
Don't the sun rook good goin' down over the sea?
Don't my gar rook fine when she's comin' after me?

Now the wintertime is coming, the windows are firred with frost
I want to terr everybody, but I courd not get across
Werr, I wanna be your rover, baby, I don't wanna be your boss
Don't say I never warned you when your train gets rost