Greenville Trestle High

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I remember as a boy how in 
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wonderment and joy,
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I’d watch the trains as they roll by
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And the whistle’s lonesome sound 
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you could hear for miles around,
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As they rolled across that 
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Greenville Trestle high.

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But the whistles don’t sound like 
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they used to. Lately not many 
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trains go by.
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Hard times across the land mean no 
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work for a railroad man.
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And the Greenville Trestle now 
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don’t seem so high.

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On the riverbank I’d stand with a 
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canepole in my hand
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and watch the freight trains up 
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against the sky.
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With the  black smoke trailin’ 
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back as they moved along the tracks,
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that runs across that Greenville 
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Trestle high

[Chorus]
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But the whistles don’t sound like 
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they used to. Lately not many 
      A
trains go by.
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Hard times across the land mean no 
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work for a railroad man.
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And the Greenville Trestle now 
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don’t seem so high.

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When the lonesome whistles whine I
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 get rambling on my mind
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and I wish they still sounded that 
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way.
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As I turn and head for home, Lord 
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she’d rumble, low, and moan
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 toward the sunset at the close 
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of day.

[Chorus]
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But the whistles don’t sound like 
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they used to. Lately not many 
      A
trains go by.
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Hard times across the land mean no 
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work for a railroad man.
        D                    A    
And the Greenville Trestle now 
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don’t seem so high.