Greenville Trestle High

[Verse] I remember as a boy how in wonderment and joy I’d watch the trains as they roll by And the whistle’s lonesome sound you could hear for miles around As they rolled across that Greenville Trestle high. [Chorus] 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 a railroad man. And the Greenville Trestle now don’t seem so high. [Verse] On the riverbank I’d stand with a canepole in my hand and watch the freight trains up against the sky. With the black smoke trailin’ back as they moved along the tracks that runs across that Greenville Trestle high [Chorus] 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 a railroad man. And the Greenville Trestle now don’t seem so high. [Verse] When the lonesome whistles whine I get rambling on my mind and I wish they still sounded that way. As I turn and head for home Lord she’d rumble low and moan toward the sunset at the close of day. [Chorus] 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 a railroad man. And the Greenville Trestle now don’t seem so high.