Well, I ride on a mail train,
baby, can't 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 don't make it,
you know my baby will
Don't the moon look good, mama,
shinin' through the trees
Don't the brakemen
look good, mama,
flaggin' down the "Double-E"
Don't the sun look good
goin' down over the sea
But don't my gal look fine
when she's 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 don't
want to be your boss
Don't say I never warned you
when your train gets lost
