I remember as a boy how in wonderment and joy I'd watch the trains as they'd go by
And the whistles' lonesome sound you could hear for miles around
As they rolled across that Greenville trestle high
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 not all seems to hide
On the riverbank I'd stand with a cane pole in my hand
And watch the freight trains up against the sky
With the black smoke trailing back as they moved along the track
That runs across that Greenville trestle high
But the whistles don't sound like they used to
Lately not many trains go by
Hard times across this land mean no work for a railroad man
And the Greenville trestle now don't seem so high
When the lonesome whistles whined I'd get ramblin' on my mind
Lord I wish they still sounded that way
As I turned to head for home Lord she'd rumble low and long
Toward the sunset at the close of day
But the whistles don't sound like they used to
Lately not many trains go by
Hard times across this land mean no work for a railroad man
And the Greenville trestle now don't seem so high
No the Greenville trestle now don't seem so high