Mr. Mailman

B.J. Thomas

Mailman, Mailman

Have you any mail today

I've been waiting for a letter

I've tried to reach her every way

She's way down in New Orleans

And Boston's so far away

Funny how we met in Georgia

It had to be my lucky day

Well I had her name and number

Written down in my little red book

But when my plane flew in back home

It wasn't there when I took a look

Oh no

I know I searched for it everywhere

I wonder what shape my mind was in

But all I know I got to see her again

So mailman, mailman

Won't you help me sleep tonight

Won't you bring me just one letter

And everything will be alright

And everything will be alright

Mr. Mailman

Mr. Mailman

Mr. Mailman