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 want 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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