Freight Train

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.