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.

[Verse]
    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]
         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.

[Verse]
      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 close of day.

[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.