Well, I ride on a mailtrain, babe
Well, I've been up all night
Leanin' on the window sill
Don't the moon look good, mama
Shinin' through the trees?
Don't the brakeman look good, mama
Flagging down the "Double E"?
When she's comin' after me?
Now the wintertime is coming
The windows are filled with frost
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
I been into the baggage room
Where the engineer's been tossed
I stamped on hundred compasses
I wanna be your lover, baby
I don't wanna be your boss
I sure can't help it babe