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Thank you, Mr. Postman, for the letter you bringIt's from my little darling and she's coming back againI'll meet her at the station this morning at nineSunshine Special will be right on timeSunshine Special, blow your old whistle strain every nerveOpen up the throttle and straighten out the curveSoon I'll see my baby, then happy I will beSunshine Special bringing happiness to meRemember when she left me, she left me oh so coldMaybe for love or maybe for goldBut now I know she loves me and longs to be mineSunshine Special will be right on timeSee that engine rolling, she's balling the JackHer wheels are humming Dixie and her headlight's on the trackWatch that engine swaying as she's coming down the lineSunshine Special will be right on timeSunshine Special, blow your old whistle strain every nerveOpen up the throttle and straighten out the curveSoon I'll see my baby, then happy I will beSunshine Special bringing happiness to me From Letras Mania