Texas 1947

<p>[Intro]<br/>Being six years old I had seen some trains before<br/>So it&#x27;s hard to figure out what I&#x27;m at the depot for<br/><br/>[Verse 1]<br/>Trains are big and black and smoking steam screaming at the wheels<br/>Bigger and anything there is least that&#x27;s the way she feels<br/>Trains are big and black and smoking louder July 4th<br/>But everybody&#x27;s acting like this might be something more<br/>Than just picking up the mail or the soldiers from the war<br/>Something even old man Wyman&#x27;s never seen before<br/>And it&#x27;s late afternoon on a hot Texas day<br/>Something strange was going on and we are all in the way<br/>There are fifty or sixty people just setting on their cars<br/>And the ole men left their dominoes and come down from the bars<br/>And everybody&#x27;s checking old Jack Kittrell checks his watch<br/>And us kids put our ears to the rails to hear them pop<br/>So we already know it when they finally said train time<br/>You&#x27;d have thought that Judgment Day was rolling down the line<br/>Because things got real quiet and mama jerked me back<br/>But not before I get the chance to lay a nickel on the track<br/>[Chorus]<br/>Look out here she comes she&#x27;s coming look out there she goes she&#x27;s gone<br/>Screaming straight through Texas like a mad dog cyclone<br/>Big and red and silver she don&#x27;t lay no smoke<br/>She&#x27;s a fast rolling streamline come to show the folks<br/>I said look out here she comes she&#x27;s coming look out there she goes she&#x27;s gone<br/>Screaming straight through Texas like a mad dog cyclone<br/><br/>[Verse 2]<br/>Lord she never even stopped<br/>She left fifty or sixty people still setting on their cars<br/>Wondering what it&#x27;s coming to and how it got this far<br/>And me I got a nickel smashed flatter than a dime<br/>By a mad dog runaway red silver streamline train<br/><br/>[Chorus]