Elizabeth Cotten
Freight Train
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 head and feet
Tell them all I've gone to sleep
When I die Lord bury me deep
Way down on old Chestnut street
Then I hear old number nine
As she comes rolling by