Texas 1947

Bein' six years old I had seen some trains before

So it's hard to figure out what I'm at the depot for

Things're big and black and smokin' steam screamin' at the wheels

Bigger'n anything there is last that's the way she feels

Trains're big and black and smokin' louder'n July 4th

But everybody's actin' like this might be something more

Than just pickin' up the mail or the soldiers from the war

Somethin' even old man Wileman never seen before

And it's late afternoon on a hot Texas day

Somethin' strange was goin' on and we's all in the way

Now there's fifty or sixty people just sittin' on their cars

And the ole men left their domioes and come down from the bars

Everybody's checkin' old Jack Kittrell checks his watch

And us kids put our ears to the rails to hear 'em pop

So we already knowed it when they finally said train time

You'd've thought that Jesus Christ himself is rollin' down the line

Cause things got real quiet and mama jerked me back

But not before I got the chance to lay a nickel on the track oh

Look out here she comes she's comin' look out there she goes she's gone

Screamin' straight through Texas like a mad dog cyclone

Big and red and silver she don't make no smoke

She's a fast rollin' streamline come to show the folks

I said look out here she comes she's comin'

Look out there she goes she's gone

Screamin' straight through Texas like a mad dog cyclone

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Lord she never even stopped

She left fifty or sixty people still sittin' on their cars

Wonderin' what it's comin' to and how it got this far

But me I got a nickel smashed flatter than a dime

By a mad dog runaway red silver streamline train

Look out here she comes she's comin'...

Look out here she comes she's comin'...

Look out here she comes she's comin'...