Hey, to hear that old train blow Makes me feel like I want to ride some too Just don't tell 'em what train I'm on And they won't know what route I've gone I asked the brakeman to let me ride the blinds He says, 'I don't care Brownie this train ain't mine' Just don't tell 'em what train I'm on And they won't know what route I'm gone Freight train, freight train going so fast Freight train, freight train going so fast Just don't tell 'em what train I'm on They won't know what route I've gone Was a mean old farmer and a cruel old engineer Low down conductor wave that train from here Just don't tell 'em what train we're on They won't know what route I'm gone There's a long gold rail and a short crossed town Ride the roach till the day I die Just don't tell 'em what train I'm on And they won't know what route I've gone When I die don't bury me deep Just at the foot of old Chestnut Street So I can hear that old number nine As it rolls on down the line Freight train, freight train blows ooh, ooh, hoo Makes me feel like I want to ride some too Just don't tell 'em what train I'm on And they won't know what route I'm gone Just don't tell 'em what train I'm on And they won't know what route I'm gone Just don't tell 'em what train we're on And they won't know what route we gone Just don't tell 'em what train we're on And they won't know what route we gone
Hey, to hear that old train blow Makes me feel like I want to ride some too Just don't tell 'em what train I'm on And they won't know what route I've gone I asked the brakeman to let me ride the blinds He says, 'I don't care Brownie this train ain't mine' Just don't tell 'em what train I'm on And they won't know what route I'm gone Freight train, freight train going so fast Freight train, freight train going so fast Just don't tell 'em what train I'm on They won't know what route I've gone Was a mean old farmer and a cruel old engineer Low down conductor wave that train from here Just don't tell 'em what train we're on They won't know what route I'm gone There's a long gold rail and a short crossed town Ride the roach till the day I die Just don't tell 'em what train I'm on And they won't know what route I've gone When I die don't bury me deep Just at the foot of old Chestnut Street So I can hear that old number nine As it rolls on down the line Freight train, freight train blows ooh, ooh, hoo Makes me feel like I want to ride some too Just don't tell 'em what train I'm on And they won't know what route I'm gone Just don't tell 'em what train I'm on And they won't know what route I'm gone Just don't tell 'em what train we're on And they won't know what route we gone Just don't tell 'em what train we're on And they won't know what route we gone
