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.
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