Freight Train

Freight train, freight train, run so fast

Freight train, freight train, run so fast

Please don't tell what train I'm on

They won't know what route I've gone

When I am dead and in my grave

No more good times here I crave

Place the stones at my head and feet

And tell them all that I've gone to sleep

When I die, Lord, bury me deep

Way down on old Chestnut street

So I can hear old Number nine

As she goes rolling by

When I die, Lord, bury me deep

Way down on old Chestnut street

Place the stones at my head and feet

And tell them all that I've gone to sleep