Well, I ride on a mailtrain, babe Can't buy a thrill Well, I've been up all night Leanin' on the window sill 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 Ragging 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.