Hank williams sr. (d) if you will listen a (g) song i will (d) sing About my daddy who ran a log (a) train Way (d) down in the southland in (g) old ala- (d) bam We lived in a place that they (a) call chatmantown. And late in the evening when the sun was low Way off in the distance you could hear the train blow The boys would come runnin' and mamma would sing, "get the supper on the table here comes the log train". Every morning at the break of day He'd grab his lunch bucket and be on his way In winter or summer, sunshine or rain Every mornin' he'd run that old log train. A sweatin' and swearin' all day long Shoutin' "git-up there oxen, keep movin' along, Load îer up boys îcause it looks like rain, I've got get rollin' this old log train. This story happened a long time ago The log train is silent, god called daddy to go But when i get to heaven to always remain I'll listen for the whistle of the old log train.