I went to tell everybody but I could not get across
Well, if I die on top of the hill and if I don’t make it
You know my baby will
Don’t the sun look good goin’ down over the sea
But don’t my man look fine when he’s comin’ after me
Well, I want to be your lover baby, I don’t to be your boss
And don’t the brakeman look good baby, flaggin’ down the double E
Don’t the moon look good shinin’ through the trees
Now the winter time is comin’, the windows are filled with frost