The Log Train

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
 And late in the evening
 When the sun was low
 Way off in the distance
 You could hear the train blow
 The folks would come runnin'
 And mama would sing
 Get the supper on the table
 Here comes the log train
 Every morning
 At the break 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 the oxens
 Keep movin' along
 Load'er up 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 whistle
 On the old log train