bob dylan
well, i ride on a mail train baby
cant buy a thrill
well, i been up all night, baby
leanin on the window sill
well, if i die, on top of the hill
and if i dont make it
you know my baby will
dont the moon look good
shinin through the trees
and dont the brakeman look good, baby
flaggin down the double "e"
dont the sun look good
goin down over the sea
but, dont my man look fine
when hes comin after me
now the winter time is comin
the windows are filled with frost
i went to tell everybody
but, i could not get across
well, i want to be your lover, baby
i dont to be your boss
dont say i never warned you
when your train gets lost