Author: Frank Poindexter

Hey Mr. Freight Train
You’re right on time again
It’s always good to see you, Sir
You’re one of my best friends
Hey Mr. Freight Train
I feel like a part of you
I hope that there is something some time
I can do for you

There’s that old familiar odeur
Of that freight train number nine
I’m in that same old empty boxcar
That I’ve rode in every time
You can see my initials
Scratched on all of these four walls
Mr. Freight Train, you’re a friend of mine
And your whistle is my call

Hey Mr. Freight Train...

If I had to pay my fare
For every ride I’ve made
I’d have to have more money
Than I’d ever even made
But I ain’t worried none at all
Mr. Freight Train is my friend
As long as this ol’ boxcar’s empty
He will always let me in

Hey Mr. Freight Train...