Update 2002-07-22
Freight train, freight train, run so fast
Freight train, freight train, run so fast
please don't tell what train I'm on
So they won't know what route I've gone
When I am dead and in my grave
No more good times here I'll crave
Place the stones at my head and feet
And tell them all that I'm 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 comes 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'm gone to sleep
One more place I want to be
One more place I want to be
Watching those blue ridge mounatin climb
As I ride old number nine