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
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 and she comes rolling by
When I die, Lord, bury me deep
Way down on old Chestnut street
Place the stones at my head and feet
Tell them all that I've gone to sleep