LYRIC

Well, I ride on a mail train baby, can’t buy a thrill
Well, I 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 shinin’ through the trees
And don’t the brakeman look good baby, flaggin’ down the double E
Don’t the sun look good goin’ down over the sea
But don’t my man look fine when he’s comin’ after me

Now the winter time is comin’, 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 don’t to be your boss
Don’t say I never warned you when your train gets lost

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