Well, I ride on a mailtrain, babe
Can't buy a thrill
Well, I've been up all night
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

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
Goin' down over the sea?
Don't my gal look fine
When she's comin' after me?

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

I been into the baggage room
Where the engineer's been tossed
I stamped on hundred compasses
God knows what they cost
I wanna be your lover, baby
I don't wanna be your boss
I sure can't help it babe
If this train gets lost.

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): BOB DYLAN