Greenville Trestle High

| D | D7 | G | D | % | % | A | % | | D | D7 | G | D | % | A | D | D D7 G D I remember, as a boy, how, in wonderment and joy D A We’d sit and watch the trains as they go by. And the D D7 G D Whistle’s lonesome sound you could hear for miles around D A D As they rolled across that Greenville Trestle high G D But the whistles don’t sound like they used to D A And lately not many trains go by D F# G All across the land things are hard for the workin' man D A D And the Greenville Trestle now don’t seem so high | D | D7 | G | D | % | % | A | % | | D | D7 | G | D | % | A | D | D D7 G D On the riverbank I’d stand with a cane pole 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 rolled on down the track D A D All across that Greenville Trestle high G D But the whistles don’t sound like they used to A And lately not many trains go by D F# G All across the land things are hard for the workin' man D A D And the Greenville Trestle now don’t seem so high | D | D7 | G | D | % | % | A | % | | D | D7 | G | D | % | A | D | D7 | | G | % | D | % | % | % | A | % | | D | F# | G | % | D | A | D | % | D D7 G D When the lonesome whistles whine, I get rambling on my mind D A Lord, I wish they still sounded that way. And as I D D7 G D Turn and head for home, she’d rumble low and moan D A D Toward the sunset at the close of day G D But the whistles don’t sound like they used to D A And lately not many trains go by D F# G All across the land things are hard for the workin' man D A D And the Greenville Trestle now don’t seem so high D A D I said, the Greenville Trestle now don’t seem so high | D | A | D | D A D |