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.