Well, I ride on a mailtrain, baby
 Can’t buy a thrill
 Well, I’ve been up all night, baby
 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 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