Freight Train

Elizabeth Cotten

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 gone.

When I am dead and in my grave
No more good times here I crave
Place the stones at my head and feet and
Tell them all that I’m 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 gone.

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