Freigh Train

   Freight train, freight train, going so fast
   Freight train, freight train, going so fast
   Please don’t tell what train I’m on
   So they won’t know where I’ve gone

When I am dead and in my grave
No more good times here I’ll crave
Place the stones at my head and feet
And tell them all that I’m gone to sleep

When I die, lord, bury me deep
Way down on old Chestnut Street
So I can hear old Number Nine
As she comes rolling by