FREIGHT TRAIN
(c) 1957 by Elizabeth Cotten. Sanga Music
 [bad word] 
Freight train, Freight [bad word] so fast
(rep.)
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, Lorde, bury me deep
Way down on old Chestnut street
Then I can hear old Number 9
As [bad word] rolling by.