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(

Then I can hear old Number 9(

As she comes rolling by.