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Guy Clark - Texas - 1947 lyrics
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
 And bigger than anything they is
 At least that's the way she feels
 Trains are big and black and smokin'
 Louder in 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 fifty or sixty people
 Just sittin' on their cars
 And the old men left their dominos
 And they 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 I finally said, "Train time"
 You'd a-thought that Jesus Christ
 His-self 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 TexasGuy Clark - Texas - 1947 - http://motolyrics.com/guy-clark/texas-1947-lyrics.html
 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 fifty or sixty people
 Still sittin' on their cars
 They're wonderin' what it's comin' to
 And how it got this far
 Oh, 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









