Well, I ride on a mailtrain, baby,
Can't buy a thrill
I've been up all night, baby,
Leanin' on the window sill
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' down 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?
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
If your train gets lost