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 er up boys cause 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.