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You know the guitar came to Europe with the gypsies 700 years ago
Spain brought the guitar to Mexico 400 years ago
U.S.A. picked a quarrel with Mexico and got Texas and California
And it also got the guitar and the guitar got us

It was Afro American people in the south
That worked out this way of playing it though
You know in Europe they usually play a guitar
But the Afro American peple worked out a way to play it
Just like a drum band

The base strings were played by a thumb with a steady beat
And the top strings were played
With the finger and got all the little off beats
Up in Syracuse there's a 92 year old woman
Who wrote a song, which some of you may know
She plays it, who knows it?

Freight train, freight train goin' so fast
Freight train, freight train goin' so fast
Please don't tell them which train I'm on
So they won't know which route I've gone

When I die just bury me deep
Down at the foot of old Chestnut Street
So I can hear old number nine
As she goes roaring by

Freight train, freight train goin' so fast
Freight train, freight train goin' so fast
Please don't tell them which train I'm on
So they won't know which route I've gone

When I'm dead and in my grave
No more good times do I crave
Place the tombstone at my head and my feet
Tell my friends that I've gone to sleep

Freight train, freight train goin' so fast
Freight train, freight train goin' so fast
Please don't tell them which train I'm on
So they won't know which route I've gone
You know the guitar came to Europe with the gypsies 700 years ago   Spain brought the guitar to Mexico 400 years ago   U.S.A. picked a quarrel with Mexico and got Texas and California   And it also got the guitar and the guitar got us      It was Afro American people in the south   That worked out this way of playing it though   You know in Europe they usually play a guitar   But the Afro American peple worked out a way to play it   Just like a drum band      The base strings were played by a thumb with a steady beat   And the top strings were played   With the finger and got all the little off beats   Up in Syracuse there's a 92 year old woman   Who wrote a song, which some of you may know   She plays it, who knows it?      Freight train, freight train goin' so fast   Freight train, freight train goin' so fast   Please don't tell them which train I'm on   So they won't know which route I've gone      When I die just bury me deep   Down at the foot of old Chestnut Street   So I can hear old number nine   As she goes roaring by      Freight train, freight train goin' so fast   Freight train, freight train goin' so fast   Please don't tell them which train I'm on   So they won't know which route I've gone      When I'm dead and in my grave   No more good times do I crave   Place the tombstone at my head and my feet   Tell my friends that I've gone to sleep      Freight train, freight train goin' so fast   Freight train, freight train goin' so fast   Please don't tell them which train I'm on   So they won't know which route I've gone