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