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 want 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