(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 dieOn top of the hillAnd 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,Flagging down the double e? Don’t the sun look goodGoin’ down over the sea? Don’t my gal look fineWhen 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 youWhen your train gets lost.