D D7 G D I remember as a boy how in wonderment and joy, D A I?d watch the trains as they roll by D D7 G D And the whistle?s lonesome sound you could hear for miles around, D A D As they rolled across that Greenville Trestle high. (Chorus) G D D A But the whistles don?t sound like they used to. Lately not many trains go by. D G D Hard times across the land mean no work for a railroad man. D A D And the Greenville Trestle now don?t seem so high. D D7 G D On the riverbank I?d stand with a canepole in my hand D A and watch the freight trains up against the sky. D D7 G D With the black smoke trailin? back as they moved along the tracks, D A D that runs across that Greenville Trestle high (Chorus) D D7 G D When the lonesome whistles whine I get rambling on my mind D A and I wish they still sounded that way. D D7 G D As I turn and head for home, Lord she?d rumble, low , and moan D A D toward the sunset at the break of day. (Chorus)