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

And they won't know what route I'm going

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 'em 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 comes rolling by

When I die, Lord bury me deep

Way down on old Chestnut Street

Place the stone at my head and feet

And tell 'em all that I've gone to sleep