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
Then I can hear old Number 9
As she comes rolling by.