I remember as a boy How I'd wander and enjoy I'd watch the trains as they'd go by And the whistle's lonely sound You could hear for miles around As they rolled across that Greenville trestle high.
But the whistles don't sound like they used to Lately not many trains go by Hard times across the land Mean no work for the railroad man And the Greenville trestle now don't seem so high.
On the river bank I'd stand With a cane pole in my hand Watch the freight trains up against the sky With black smoke trailing back As they moved along the track That runs across that Greenville trestle high.
But the whistles don't sound like they used to Lately not many trains go by Hard times across this land Mean no work for the railroad man And the Greenville trestle now don't seem so high.
When the lonesome whistles wind I get ramblin' on my mind Lord, I wish they still sounded that way As I turned to head for home Lord, she'd rumble low and long Towards the sunset at the close of day
No, the whistles don't sound like they used to Lately not many trains go by Hard times across the land Mean no work for the railroad man And the Greenville trestle now don't seem so high.
No, the Greenville trestle now don't seem so high.