Freigh Train

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   Freight train, freight train, going so fast
   Freight train, freight train, going so fast
   Please don’t tell what train I’m on
   So they won’t know where 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