I remember as a boy how in wonderment and joy

I’d watch the trains as they’d go by

And the whistles lonesome sound you could here 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

To watch the freight trains up against the sky

With the black smoke trailin 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 whine I get ramblin on my mind

Lord I wished they still sounded that way

As I turned to head for home Lord she rumbled low and long

Toward 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