Well, I ride on a mailtrain, babe Can't buy a thrill Well, I've been up all night 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.
Don't the moon look good, mama Shinin' through the trees ? Don't the brakeman look good, mama Ragging 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 ?
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.