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.