Log Train

                                  If you will listen, a song I will sing

About my daddy who drove a log train

Way down in the southland, in old Alabama

We lived in a place that they call Chapmantown



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 Moma would say

"Get the supper on the table, here comes the log train"



Every mornin', at the break of day

He'd grab his lunchbucket, and be on his way

Winter or summer, sunshine or rain

Every mornin', he'd run that ole log train



A sweatin' an swearin' all day long

Shoutin', "Get up there oxen, keep movin' along

Load her up boys, 'cause it looks like rain

I've gotta get rollin', this ole 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, ta always remain

I'll listen to the whistle of the ole log train