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 call chatmantown.
  
  And late in the evening when the sun was low
  Way off in the distance you could hear the train blow
  The boys would come runnin' and mamma 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
  In winter or summer, sunshine or rain
  Every mornin' he'd run that old log train.
  
  A sweatin' and swearin' all day long
  Shoutin' "git-up there oxen, keep movin' along,
  Load îer up boys îcause it looks like rain,
  I've got get rollin' this old log train.
  
  This story happened a long time ago
  The log train is silent, god called daddy to go
  But when i get to heaven to always remain
  I'll listen for the whistle of the old log train.