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ICf you will listen a soFng i will sCing about my daddy who ran a log trGain Cway down in the southland in Fold alaCbam we lived in a place that they callGed chapman tCown
CLate in the evening when the sFun was lCow way off in the distance you could hear the train bGlow Cthe folks would come running and moFmma would sCing get the supper on the table here coGmes the log trCain
Cevery morning at the brFeak of dCay he'd grab his lunch bucket and be on his Gway Cwinter or summer, sunFshine or rCain every morning he'd run that oGld log trCain
Ca sweatin and swearin alFl day loCng shoutin get up there oxens keep movin alGong Cload 'er boys cause it loFoks like raCin i've got to get rollin this oGld log train
Cthis story happened a lFong time aCgo the log train is silent, god called dad to Ggo Cbut when i get to heaven to alFways remCain i'll listen for the whistle on the oGld log train