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 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.