—Elizabeth Cotton
Chorus:
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
Verse:
| I | I | V | V |
| V | V | I | I |
| III7 | III7 | IV | IV |
| I | V | I | I |