Texas 1947
Now bein' six years old, I had seen some trains before
So it's hard to figure out what I'm at the depot for
Trains are big and black and smokin' steam, screamin' at the wheels
Bigger than anything they is, at least that's the way she feels
Trains are big and black and smokin', louder on July four
But everybody's actin' like this might be somethin' more
Than just pickin' up the mail, or the soldiers from the war
This is somethin' that even old man Wileman never seen before
And it's late afternoon on, a hot Texas day
Somethin' strange is goin' on, and we's all in the way
Well, there's 50, 60 people, they're just sittin' on their cars
And the old men left their dominos and come down from the bars
And everybody's checkin', old Jack Kittrel check 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 have thought that Jesus Christ himself was rollin' down the line
'Cause things got real quiet, momma jerked me back
But not before I'd got the chance to lay a nickel on the track
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, 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
Lord, she never even stopped
But she left 50, 60 people, still sittin' on their cars
And 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 there she goes, she's gone
Screamin' straight through Texas
Like a mad dog cyclone
Big, 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
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
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...
So it's hard to figure out what I'm at the depot for
Trains are big and black and smokin' steam, screamin' at the wheels
Bigger than anything they is, at least that's the way she feels
Trains are big and black and smokin', louder on July four
But everybody's actin' like this might be somethin' more
Than just pickin' up the mail, or the soldiers from the war
This is somethin' that even old man Wileman never seen before
And it's late afternoon on, a hot Texas day
Somethin' strange is goin' on, and we's all in the way
Well, there's 50, 60 people, they're just sittin' on their cars
And the old men left their dominos and come down from the bars
And everybody's checkin', old Jack Kittrel check 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 have thought that Jesus Christ himself was rollin' down the line
'Cause things got real quiet, momma jerked me back
But not before I'd got the chance to lay a nickel on the track
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, 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
Lord, she never even stopped
But she left 50, 60 people, still sittin' on their cars
And 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 there she goes, she's gone
Screamin' straight through Texas
Like a mad dog cyclone
Big, 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
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
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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Writer(s): Guy Clark
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