Songtexte: Bob Dylan. Highway 61 Revisited. It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry.

And I ride on a mail train, baby, can't buy no thrill
Yes, I've been up all night, baby, leanin' on the window sill
Yeah, but 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' down through the trees?
Don't the coast chap look good, baby, sittin' on his madman's knees?
Don't the sun look good goin' down over the sea?
Don't my gal look fine when she's comin' after me?

Alright!

Well, I've just been to the baggage car where the engine is bein' doffed
I snap out forty compasses, sure dunno what they cost
Well, I wanna be your lover, baby, I don't wanna be your boss
And I can't help it now if this train gets lost