Well, I ride on a mailtrain, babyCan’t buy a thrillWell, I’ve been up all night, babyLeanin’ on the windowsillWell, if I dieOn top of the hillAnd if I don’t make itYou know my baby willDon’t the moon look good, mamaShinin’ through the trees?Don’t the brakeman look good, mamaFlagging down the “Double E?”Don’t the sun look goodGoin’ down over the sea?Don’t my gal look fineWhen she’s comin’ after me?Now the wintertime is comingThe windows are filled with frostI went to tell everybodyBut I could not get acrossWell, I wanna be your lover, babyI don’t wanna be your bossDon’t say I never warned youWhen your train gets lost