Well, I ride on a mail train, baby, cant buy a thrill
Well, I been up all night leanin on the windowsill
Well, if I die on top of the hill
And if I dont make it, you know my baby will
Dont the moon look good, mama, shinin through the trees
Dont the brakemen look good, mama, flaggin down the Double-E
Dont the sun look good goin down over the sea
But dont my gal look fine when shes comin after me
Now, the wintertime is comin, the windows are filled with frost
I went to tell everybody but I could not get across
Well, I want to be your lover, baby, I dont want to be your boss
Dont say I never warned you when your train gets lost