(B Dylan)

Well, I ride on a mailtrain, baby,
Can't buy a thrill
Well, I've been up all night, baby,
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

And if I don't make it,
You know my baby will

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

Don't say I never warned you
When your train gets lost