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'm 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'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 going