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 dont make it you know my baby will don t the moon look good mama shining through the trees don t the brakeman look good mama flaggin down the double e don t the sun look good goin down over the sea but dont 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 want to be your lover baby i dont want to be your boss dont say i never warned you when your train gets lost3