I Love These Lyrics
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?
(Bob Dylan/It Take a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry)
I used to sing this to my son during his first summer of life. I'd carry him around the streets in the evenings, cradled in my arms, while his mother tried to get some rest. It was like a lullaby for him and me.
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?
(Bob Dylan/It Take a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry)
I used to sing this to my son during his first summer of life. I'd carry him around the streets in the evenings, cradled in my arms, while his mother tried to get some rest. It was like a lullaby for him and me.
