Texas 1947

[Verse 1] Being six years old, I had seen some trains before So it wasn't hard to figure out what I'm at the depot for Trains are big and black and smoking steam, screaming at the wheels And bigger than anything they is, at least that's the way she feels Trains are big and black and smoking, louder than July Four But everybody's actin' like this might be somethin' more Than just picking up the mail or soldiers from the war This is something even Old Man Wyman never seen before It's late afternoon on a hot Texas day Something strange is going on, we was all in the way [Verse 2] Well there's fifty or sixty people sittin' on their cars The old men left their dominos and they come down from the bars And everybody's checking old Jack Kittrel check his watch 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 a-thought that Jesus Christ hisself was rolling down the line Because things got real quiet, Momma jerked me back But not before I'd got the chance to lay a nickel on the track [Chorus] Look out, here she comes, she's coming Stand back, there she goes, she's gone Screaming straight through Texas Like a mad dog cyclone She's big and red and silver She don't make no smoke She's a fast-rollin' streamline Come to show the folks Look out, here she comes, she's coming Stand back, there she goes, she's gone Screaming straight through Texas Like a mad dog cyclone [Verse 3] She never even stopped She left fifty, sixty people sitting on their cars Wondering what it's coming 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 [Chorus] Look out, here she comes, she's coming Stand back, there she goes, she's gone Screaming straight through Texas Like a mad dog cyclone She's big and red and silver She don't make no smoke She's a fast-rollin' streamline Come to show the folks Look out, here she comes, she's coming Stand back, there she goes, she's gone Screaming straight through Texas Like a mad dog cyclone Look out, here she comes, she's coming Stand back, there she goes, she's gone Screaming straight through Texas Like a mad dog cyclone