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.
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