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've gone to sleep
When I die, Lord bury me deep Down at the end of old Chestnut Street Then I can hear old Number Nine As she comes rolling by
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