Elizabeth Cotten - Freight Train
(by kessingland)Freight train, freight train, going so fast
Freight train, freight train, going so fast
Please don’t tell what train I’m on
So they won’t know where I’ve goneWhen I am dead and in my grave
No more good times here I’ll crave
Place the stones at my head and feet
And tell them all that I’m gone to sleepWhen I die, lord, bury me deep
Way down on old Chestnut Street
So I can hear old Number Nine
As she comes rolling by
lost it when she plays...little walking bass line with her pinky. Not only is