Well, I ride on a mailtrain, I can't buy a thrill
I've been up all night, mama, leanin' on your 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

Now the wintertime is coming, the windows are filled with frost
I went to tell everybody but I could not get across
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
Don't say I never warned you when your train gets lost