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If you Cwill listen a song i wFill sing C
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
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