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'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 she comes rolling by.