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

Tell them all that I've gone to sleep

When I die, Lord, bury me deep

Way down on old Chestnut street

I can hear old Number 9

As she comes passing by

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

Please don't tell what train I'm on

They won't know what route I've gone