Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Daddy Log's, artist - Bob Log III. Date of issue: 13.02.2012
Song language: English
Daddy Log's |
| If you will listen, a song I will sing |
| About my daddy who drove a log train |
| Way down in the southland, in old Alabama |
| We lived in a place that they call Chapmantown |
| 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 runnin', and Moma would say |
| «Get the supper on the table, here comes the log train» |
| Every mornin', at the break of day |
| He’d grab his lunchbucket, and be on his way |
| Winter or summer, sunshine or rain |
| Every mornin', he’d run that ole log train |
| A sweatin' an swearin' all day long |
| Shoutin', «Get up there oxen, keep movin' along |
| Load her up boys, 'cause it looks like rain |
| I’ve gotta get rollin', this ole 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, ta always remain |
| I’ll listen to the whistle of the ole log train |