Well, i ride on a mailtrain, baby,

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,

Flagging down the "double e" ?

Don't the sun look good

Going down over the sea ?

But don't my gal look fine

When she's comin' after me ?



Well, 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 wanted you

When your train gets lost.


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