Well, I ride on a mailtrain, babe
  Can't buy a thrill
  Well, I've been up all night
  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
  Ragging 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.