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

that

I've

gone

to

sleep

When

I

die,

Lord,

bu-

ry

me

deep

Way

down

on

old

Chest-

nut

Street

So

I

can

hear

Old

Num-

ber

Nine

As

she

comes

roll-

ing

by

When

I

die,

Lord,

bu-

ry

me

deep

Way

down

on

old

Chest-

nut

Street

Place

the

stones

at

my

head

and

feet

And

tell

them

all

that

I've

gone

to

sleep