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 And tell them all that I've gone to sleep When I die, Lord, bury me deep Way down on old Chestnut street So I can hear old Number nine As she goes rolling by When I die, Lord, bury me deep Way down on old Chestnut street Place the stones at my head and feet And tell them all that I've gone to sleep