The Log Train

Hank Williams

3 December 1952

If you will listen, a song I will sing
About my daddy who ran a log train.
Way down in the southland, in old Alabam’,
We lived in a place that they call Chapman town.

And late in the evening, when the sun was low,
Way off in the distance, you could hear the train blow;
The folks would come running, and Mama would say,
“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;
Winter or summer, sunshine or rain,
Every morning he'd run that old log train.

Sweating and swearing all day long;
Shouting, “Get up there oxen; keep moving along!
Load her up boys, because it looks like rain!
I've got to get rolling this old log train!”

This story happened a long time ago,
The log train is silent, God called Dad to go;
But when I get to heaven, to always remain,
I'll listen for the whistle of the old log train.