Greenville Trestle High Doc Watson
I remember as a boy[D] how in wonderm[D7]ent and joy[G], [D]
I'd[D] watch the trains as they roll [A]by
And the w[D]histle's lonesome [D7]sound you could h[G]ear for miles a[D]round,
As they [D]rolled across that G[A]reenville Trestle h[D]igh.
(Chorus)
But the w[G]histles don't sound like they u[D]sed to. L[D]ately not many trains go[A] by.
H[D]ard times across the land mean no [G]work for a railroad[D] man.
And the [D]Greenville Trestle no[A]w don't seem so [D]high.
On t[D]he riverbank I'd st[D7]and with a c[G]anepole in my h[D]and
and wa[D]tch the freight trains up against the s[A]ky.
With the [D] black smoke trailin' b[D7]ack as they [G]moved along the t[D]racks,
that r[D]uns across that G[A]reenville Trestle [D]high
(Chorus)
When t[D]he lonesome whistles w[D7]hine I get r[G]ambling on my [D]mind
an[D]d I wish they still sounded that w[A]ay.
As I[D] turn and head for [D7]home, Lord she'd [G]rumble, low , and[D] moan
[D] toward the sunset [A]at the break of d[D]ay.
(Chorus)
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