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've gone

When I'm dead and in my grave
No more good times here I'll crave
Place them stones at my head and feet
An' tell 'em all that I've gone to sleep

When I die, Lord, bury me deep
Way down on ole Chestnut Street
So I can hear old Number 9
As she goes rollin' by