Læs dagbog

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 my head and feet
And tell them all I've gone to sleep

When I die, Oh Lord bury me deep
Way down on old Chestnut Street
So I can hear old Number Nine
As she comes rolling by

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 die, Oh Lord please, bury me deep
Way down on old Chestnut Street
Then I can hear old Number Nine
As she comes rolling by

Freight train, freight train, run so fast
Freight train, freight train, run so fast
Please don't tell which train I'm on
They won't know what route I'm going.

- Elizabeth Cotton -