Lyrics:
Well I ride on a mailtrain baby, can't buy a thrillWell I been up all night baby leanin' on the windowsillWell if I die on top of the hillAnd if I don't make it, you know my baby willDon't the moon look good mama, shining through the treesDon't the breakmen look good mama, flaggin' down the 'double-e'Don't the sun look good goin' down over the seaBut don't my gal look fine when she's coming after meNow the wintertime is coming, the windows are filled with frostI went to tell everybody but I could not get acrossWell I wanna be your lover baby, I don't wanna be your bossDon't say I never warned you when your train gets lost.