Settle on down and rest a spell Dare to close your eyes Sleep and dream on golden sand Beneath the starry skies Wake and wipe the crust away Put coffee in your cup Get the bag and hit the road While the sun is up Set out from sweet St. Joe West of the Mississip Letters in a leather sack A six-gun on your hip Try to make ole Seneca Before the twilight falls Find some solace on the ride Burdened by your haul Watch before you, watch it now You're stepping into hell The reaper's waiting round the bend So listen for his bell It ain't just paper on your back To some it's good as gold Though men have tried, you can't be bribed Your honor won't be sold Ride into the history books The story of our lives How despite the great distance Connections still could thrive As the world ever turns You know what you must do Whether wind or rain or sleet an' snow The mail must go through The mail must go through The mail must go through It goes through due to you The mail must go through
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