I r^Demember as a bo^D7y how in wo^Gnderment and jo^Dy, I??^D?d watch the trains as they rol^Al by And the w^Dhistle’s lonesom^D7e sound you could^G hear for miles^D around, As they ^Drolled across that G^Areenville Trestle h^Digh.

But the w^Ghistles don’t sound like they^D used to.^D Lately not many trains ^Ago by. H^Dard times across the land mean no ^Gwork for a railroad^D man. And the ^DGreenville Trestle no^Aw don’t seem s^Do high.

On t^Dhe riverbank I’d ^D7stand with a^G canepole in my^D hand and wa^Dtch the freight trains up against the s^Aky. With the ^D black smoke trailin’^D7 back as the^Gy moved along the^D tracks, that r^Duns across that G^Areenville Trestle ^Dhigh

When t^Dhe lonesome whistles w^D7hine I get r^Gambling on my ^Dmind an^Dd I wish they still sounded that w^Aay. As I^D turn and head for ^D7home, Lord she’^Gd rumble, low , a^Dnd moan ^D toward the sunset ^Aat the break of d^Day.