Who's gonna be your man? Who's gonna be your man? Who's gonna kiss your pretty red lips? Who's gonna be your man? Who's gonna shoe your pretty little foot? Who's gonna glove your hand? Who's gonna kiss your pretty red lips? Who's gonna be your man? I look down the railroad track Just as far as I could see All I've seen was a little bitty hand Kept waving after me Who's gonna be your man? Who's gonna be your man? Who's gonna kiss your pretty red lips, darling? Who's gonna be your man? I've been counting every tree Count every railroad tie I've been counting on you, my pretty baby To love me till I die 'Cause I want to be your man I want to be your man I want to kiss your pretty red lips, baby Won't you let me be your man? Don't you weep, my own true love Don't you weep or cry Each click of the track tells me I'll be back in the very near by and by 'Cause I'm gonna be your man I'm gonna be your man I'm gonna kiss your pretty red lips, darling I'm gonna be your man