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Freight Train<br />

(Elizabeth Cotton)<br />

The fascination with trains has been a recurring theme in many American folk<br />

songs, since the first train rolled down the track. There have been songs about<br />

riding trains, working on trains (as in “I’ve Been Working on the Railroad”), building<br />

railroads (“John Henry”), wrecking trains (“Casey Jones” and “The Wreck of the Old<br />

97”), and robbing trains (“Ballad of Jesse James”). Steam engines have been by<br />

far the most interesting, with their belching smoke and steam whistle. They said<br />

you could tell by the sound of the whistle who was at the throttle of the train. Can<br />

you imagine trying to do that with a loud, brash diesel horn?<br />

Elizabeth Cotton was an African-America woman born in North Carolina. When<br />

she was a little girl, she would sneak in to play her <strong>old</strong>er brother’s guitar. Since she<br />

was self-taught, she played the guitar left-handed and upside down. It gave a<br />

unique rolling bass sound to her playing.<br />

While living in Washington, DC, she found a little girl wandering around in a<br />

department store. She helped the little girl find her mother, Ruth Seeger, who<br />

offered Elizabeth a job as a cook. “Libba,” as she was called by the Seeger<br />

children, Mike and Peggy, soon started to play the guitar again. She is best known<br />

for the song “Freight Train,” which she composed when she was 12 to 14 years<br />

<strong>old</strong>.<br />

Chorus:<br />

Freight train, freight train, run so fast<br />

Freight train, freight train, run so fast<br />

Please don’t tell what train I’m on,<br />

So they won’t know which route I’ve gone<br />

When I die please bury me deep<br />

Way down on <strong>old</strong> Chestnut Street<br />

Where I can hear <strong>old</strong> Number 9<br />

As it comes rolling by<br />

(chorus)<br />

When I’m dead and in my grave<br />

No more good times here I’ll crave<br />

Place the stones at my head and feet<br />

So they’ll know that I’ve gone to sleep<br />

<strong>KET</strong>, The Kentucky Network 21

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