Well, I ride on a mail train, baby, can't buy a thrill Well, I been up all night 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 brakemen 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 comin' after me Now, the wintertime is comin', the windows are filled with frost I went to tell everybody but I could not get across Well, I want to be your lover, baby, I don't want to be your boss Don't say I never warned you when your train gets lost