The Log Train (excerpt)

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