Well, I ride on a mail-train
I can't buy no thrill
I've been up all night
Just leanin' on the windowsill
Well, if I die
On top of the hill
And if I don't make it
You know my baby will

Well, don't the moon look good, mama
Shinin' through the trees?
And don't the brakeman look good, mama
Flagging down the "Double E"?
And don't the sun look good
Settin' down over the sea?
And don't my gal look fine
When she's comin' after me?

Now, come on

Now, wintertime is coming
The windows are covered in frost
I went to tell everybody
But I could not get across
Well, I wanna be your lover, babe
I don't wanna be your boss
Don't say I never warned you
When your train gets lost

Yeah

Well, I ride on a mail-train
I can't buy no thrill
Well, I've been up all night
Just leanin' on the windowsill
Well, if I die
On top of the hill
And if I don't make it
You know my baby will

Well, if I don't make it
You know my baby will