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If you will listen a song I will sing
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About my daddy who ran a log train
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Way down in the southland in old Alabam
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We lived in a place that they call Chatmantown
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And late in the evening when the sun was low
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Way off in the distance you could hear the train blow
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The boys would come running and mamma would sing
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Get the supper on the table here comes the log train
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Every morning at the break of day
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He’d grab his lunch bucket and be on his way
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In winter or summer sunshine or rain
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Every morning he’d run that old log train
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A sweating and swearing all day long
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Shouting git up there oxen keep moving along
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Load ‘er up boys cause it looks like rain
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I’ve got get rolling this old log train
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This story happened a long time ago
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The log train is silent God called daddy to go
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But when I get to heaven to always remain
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I’ll listen for the whistle of the old log train
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