Lyrics:

Well I ride on a mailtrain baby, can't buy a thrill

Well I been up all night baby leanin' on the windowsill

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, shining through the trees

Don't the breakmen look good mama, flaggin' down the 'double-e'

Don't the sun look good goin' down over the sea

But don't my gal look fine when she's coming 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.