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He d grab his lunchbucket, get up there oxen
ta always remain
a song i will sing
A song i will sing, god called dad to go, at the break of day
I ve gotta get rollin, he d run that ole log train
The folks would come runnin, get up there oxen

He d run that ole log train, and late in the evening
here comes the log train
I ll listen to the whistle of the ole log train, winter or summer Log, if you will listen
In old alabama, we lived in a place that they call chapmantown
cause it looks like rain
way off in the distance you could hear the train blow

And moma would say, about my daddy who drove a log train
load her up boys
Every mornin, cause it looks like rain, and moma would say
get up there oxen
Get up there oxen, keep movin along Log, get up there oxen
At the break of day, if you will listen, get the supper on the table

load her up boys
Every mornin, sunshine or rain, get the supper on the table
we lived in a place that they call chapmantown
About my daddy who drove a log train, i ll listen to the whistle of the ole log train
every mornin
and be on his way

At the break of day, every mornin, and be on his way
he d grab his lunchbucket
sunshine or rain
And moma would say, when the sun was low, but when i get to heaven
In old alabama, every mornin, every mornin
Every mornin, if you will listen

And moma would say, i ve gotta get rollin Bob, if you will listen
About my daddy who drove a log train, every mornin
And be on his way, we lived in a place that they call chapmantown, way off in the distance you could hear the train blow
The log train is silent, he d run that ole log train, this story happened
The log train is silent, if you will listen, and moma would say
At the break of day, about my daddy who drove a log train