bob dylan





well, i ride on a mail train baby

can’t buy a thrill

well, i 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



don’t the moon look good

shinin’ through the trees

and don’t the brakeman look good, baby

flaggin’ down the double "e"

don’t the sun look good

goin’ down over the sea

but, don’t my man look fine

when he’s comin’ after me



now the winter time is comin’

the windows are filled with frost

i went to tell everybody

but, i could not get across

well, i want to be your lover, baby

i don’t to be your boss

don’t say i never warned you

when your train gets lost