| Lyrics: | Well, I ride on a mailtrain, baby, can't buy a thrill
Well, I've been up all night, baby,
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 goin' down
over the sea?
Don't my gal look fine when she's comin' after me?
Now the wintertime
is coming, the windows are filled with frost
I want 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 when your train gets lost |
