Well, i ride on a mailtrain, baby,
Can´t buy a thrill.
I´ve been up all night, baby,
Leanin´ on the window sill.
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´ down through the trees?
Don´t the brakeman look good, mama,
Flagging down the "double e"?
Don´t the sun look good
Goin´ down over the sea?
Don´t my gal look fine
When she´s comin´ after me?
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 warned you
If your train gets lost.
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