| G | |
| Well, I r | ide on a mailtrain, baby. Can't buy a thrill |
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| Well, | if I d | ie on t | op of the h | ill |
| G | |
| And | if I don't make it, you know my baby will |
| G | |
| Don't the m | oon look good, mama, shinin' through the trees? |
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| Don't the s | un look g | ood goin' d | own over the s | ea? |
| G | |
| Don't my g | al look fine when she's comin' after me? |
| G | |
| Now the w | intertime is coming. The windows are filled with frost |
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| Well, I w | anna be your l | over, baby. I d | on't wanna be your b | oss |
| G | |
| Don't s | ay I never warned you when your train gets lost |
