| 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 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
When your train gets lost |
