If you will listen, a song I will sing 
About my daddy who drove a log train 
Way down in the southland, in old Alabam 
We lived in a place that they call Chapmantown. 
 
An 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', an 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, an be on his way	 
Winter or summer, sunshine or rain 
Every mornin', He'd run that ole log train. 
 
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 ta heaven, ta always remain 
I'll listen to the whistle of the ole log train.