Doc Watson – Greenville Trestle High (Ukulele)

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I remember as a boy how in wonderment and joy, 

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I'd watch the trains as they roll by

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And the whistle's lonesome sound you could hear for miles around,

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As they rolled across that Greenville Trestle high.

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But the whistles don't sound like they used to. Lately not many trains go by.

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Hard times across the land mean no work for a railroad man.

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And the Greenville Trestle now don't seem so high.

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On the riverbank I'd stand with a canepole in my hand

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 and watch the freight trains up against the sky.

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With the  black smoke trailin' back as they moved along the tracks,

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 that runs across that Greenville Trestle high

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When the lonesome whistles whine I get rambling on my mind

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 and I wish they still sounded that way.

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As I turn and head for home, Lord she'd rumble, low , and moan

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 toward the sunset at the break of day.