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