(Elizabeth Cotten)
Freight train, freight train going so fast
Freight train, freight train going so fast
Please don't say what train I'm on
And they won't know what route I've gone.
Please don't tell'em what train I'm on
They won't know what route I've gone.
When I'm dead and in my grave
No more good times shall I pray,
Place a stone at my head and feet,
Tell the world that I've gone to sleep.
Place a stone at my head and feet,
Tell the world that I've gone to sleep.
Freight train, freight train going so fast
Freight train, freight train going so fast
Please don't tell'em what train I'm on
They won't know what route I've gone.
