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
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
