Elizabeth Cotten - 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

They won't know what route I'm going

When I'm dead and in my grave

No more good times here I crave

Place the stones at my head and feet

And tell them all I've gone to sleep

When I die, oh bury me deep

Down at the end of old Chestnut Street

So I can hear old Number Nine

As she comes rolling by

When I die, oh bury me deep

Down at the end of old Chestnut Street

Place the stones at my head and feet

And tell them all 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'm going