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