Freight train, freight train goin' so fast, Freight train, freight train goin' so fast, Please don't tell what train I'm on, 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 a stone at my head and feet Tell my friends that I've gone to sleep.

When I die, Lord, bury me deep Down at the end of Chestnut (or Bleeker) street So I can hear old number nine, As she goes down the line.

Elizabeth Cotten, 1893-1987