Greenville Trestle High Doc Watson
I r[D]emember as a bo[D7]y how in wo[G]nderment and jo[D]y,
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.
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
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.