If you will listen a song i will sing
about my daddy who ran a log train
way down in the southland in old alabam
we lived in a place that they called chapman town
Late in the evening when the sun was low
way off in the distance you could hear the train blow
the folks would come running and momma would sing
get the supper on the table here comes the log train
every morning at the break of day
he'd grab his lunch bucket and be on his way
winter or summer, sunshine or rain
every morning he'd run that old log train
a sweatin and swearin all day long
shoutin get up there oxens keep movin along
load 'er boys cause it looks like rain
i've got to get rollin this old log train
this story happened a long time ago
the log train is silent, god called dad to go
but when i get to heaven to always remain
i'll listen for the whistle on the old log train