Well I ride on a mailtrain baby, can't buy a thrill Well I 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, shining through the trees Don't the breakmen look good mama, flaggin' down the 'double-e' Don't the sun look good goin' 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 wanna be your boss Don't say I never warned you when your train gets lost.
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