Testo Freight Train

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