Who's gonna be your man?
Who's gonna be your man?
Who's gonna kiss your pretty red lips?
Who's gonna be your man?

Who's gonna shoe your pretty little foot?
Who's gonna glove your hand?
Who's gonna kiss your pretty red lips?
Who's gonna be your man?

I look down the railroad track
Just as far as I could see
All I've seen was a little bitty hand
Kept waving after me

Who's gonna be your man?
Who's gonna be your man?
Who's gonna kiss your pretty red lips, darling?
Who's gonna be your man?

I've been counting every tree
Count every railroad tie
I've been counting on you, my pretty baby
To love me till I die

'Cause I want to be your man
I want to be your man
I want to kiss your pretty red lips, baby
Won't you let me be your man?

Don't you weep, my own true love
Don't you weep or cry
Each click of the track tells me
I'll be back in the very near by and by

'Cause I'm gonna be your man
I'm gonna be your man
I'm gonna kiss your pretty red lips, darling
I'm gonna be your man