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If you will listen |
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A song I will sing |
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About my daddy |
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Who ran a log train |
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Way down in the southland |
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In old Alabam' |
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We lived in a place |
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That they called Chapman Town |
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And late in the evening |
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When the sun was low |
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Way off in the distance |
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You could hear the train blow |
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The folks would come runnin' |
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and mama would sing |
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Get the supper on the table |
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Here comes the log train |
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Every morning |
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At the break day |
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He'd grab his lunch bucket |
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And be on his way |
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Winter or summer |
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Sunshine or rain |
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Every morning he'd run |
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That old log train |
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A sweatin' and swearin' |
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All day long |
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Shoutin' get up the oxens |
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Keep movin' along |
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Load'er up boys |
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'cause it looks like rain |
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I've got to get rollin' |
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This old log train |
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This story happened |
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A long time ago |
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The log train is silent |
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God called dad to go |
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But when I get to heaven |
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To always remain |
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I'll listen for whistle |
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On the old log train |
