I ride on a mail train, babe Can't buy a thrill I've been up all night, mama Leanin' on the window sill Well, if I die on top of the hill Lord, 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 Coming down over the sea? Lord, don't my gal look fine When she's comin' after me?
Well, the wintertime is coming The windows are filled with frost I tried to tell everybody But I could not get across Well, I wanna be your lover, baby I don't wanna be your boss Well, don't say I never warned you When your train gets lostTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
