Well, I ride on a mailtrain, baby,

Can't buy a thrill.

Well, I've 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.

And if I don't make it,

You know my baby will.

Now the wintertime is coming,

The windows are filled with frost.

I went to tell everybody,

But I could not get across.

Well, 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.

Don't say I never warned you

When your train gets lost.