In Memory of Elizabeth Cotton

I was sitting around the other day tapping my feet

A publication came to my door

Said you'd died and gone to sleep

But I couldn't shed a tear, I never knew you well

But I'm missing you just the same

Libba please rest easy down on Chestnut Street

‘cause I'm hearing that old freight train, sounds like “ooh-ooh”

Now I am sitting around this very night

I'm listening and it makes me grin

Libba please rest easy down on Chestnut Street

‘cause I'm hearing that old freight train

I know he let you in, “ooh-ooh”