Hey, to hear that old train blow
Makes me feel like I want to ride some too
Just don't tell 'em what train I'm on
And they won't know what route I've gone

I asked the brakeman to let me ride the blinds
He says, 'I don't care Brownie this train ain't mine'
Just don't tell 'em what train I'm on
And they won't know what route I'm gone

Freight train, freight train going so fast
Freight train, freight train going so fast
Just don't tell 'em what train I'm on
They won't know what route I've gone

Was a mean old farmer and a cruel old engineer
Low down conductor wave that train from here
Just don't tell 'em what train we're on
They won't know what route I'm gone

There's a long gold rail and a short crossed town
Ride the roach till the day I die
Just don't tell 'em what train I'm on
And they won't know what route I've gone

When I die don't bury me deep
Just at the foot of old Chestnut Street
So I can hear that old number nine
As it rolls on down the line

Freight train, freight train blows oh, oh, hoo
Makes me feel like I want to ride some too
Just don't tell 'em what train I'm on
And they won't know what route I'm gone

Just don't tell 'em what train I'm on
And they won't know what route I'm gone
Just don't tell 'em what train we're on
And they won't know what route we gone

Just don't tell 'em what train we're on
And they won't know what route we gone

Writer : CARTER/GILBERT
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