C
F
C
I remember as a boy how in wonderment and joy
G7
I’d watch the trains as they’d go by
C
F
C
And the whistle’s lonesome sound you could hear from miles around
G7
C
As they rolled across that Greenville Trestle high
F
C
But the whistles don’t sound like they used to
G7
Lately not many trains go by
C
F
C
Hard times across the land mean no work for a railroad man
G7
C
And the Greenville Trestle now don’t seem so high
F
C
On the riverbank I’d stand with a cane pole in my hand
G7
And watch the freight trains up against the sky
C
F
C
With the black smoke trailing back as they moved along the track
G7
C
That runs across that Greenville Trestle high
F
C
But the whistles don’t sound like they used to
G7
Lately not many trains go by
C
F
C
Hard times across the land mean no work for a railroad man
G7
C
And the Greenville Trestle now don’t seem so high
F
C
When the lonesome whistles whined I’d get rambling on my mind
G7
Lord I wish they still sounded that way
C
F
C
As I turned to head for home Lord she’d rumble low and long
G7
C
Toward the sunset at the close of day
F
C
But the whistles don’t sound like they used to
G7
Lately not many trains go by
C
F
C
Hard times across the land mean no work for a railroad man
G7
C
And the Greenville Trestle now don’t seem so high
G7
C
F
