Well, I ride on a mail train, baby, can't buy a thrill.
I been up all night, leanin' on the window sill.
Well, if I die on top of the hill
Well, if I don't make it mama, you know my baby will.
Don't the brakemen look good mama, flaggin' down the double E's?
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 coming, the windows are filled with frost.
I went to tell everybody, but I could not get across.
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.
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