Well, I ride on a mail train, baby
Can't buy a thrill
Well, I've been up all night
Leaning 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
Shining through the trees?
Don't the brakeman look good, mama
Flagging down the "Double E?"
Don't the sun look good going down over the sea?
But don't my gal look fine when she's coming' 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 want to be your boss
Don't say I never warned you when your train gets lost