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- Crédits : Bob Dylan
Les paroles de la chanson
Well, I ride on a mailtrain, baby,
Cant buy a thrill.
Ive been up all night, baby,
Leanin on the window sill.
If I die
On top of the hill
And if I Dont make it,
You know my baby will.
Dont the moon look good, mama,
Shinin down through the trees ?
Dont the brakeman look good, mama,
Flagging down the « Double E » ?
Dont the sun look good
Goin down over the sea ?
Dont my gal look fine
When shes comin 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 Dont wanna be your boss.
Dont say I never warned you
If your train gets lost.
