Texas - 1947

[Verse 1] Now being 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 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 in July four But everybody's actin' like This might be something more Than just picking up the mail Or the soldiers from the war This is something that even old man Wileman never seen before And it's late afternoon On a hot Texas day Something strange is going on And we's all in the way Well there's fifty or sixty people Just sitting on their cars And the old men left their dominos And they come down from the bars And everybody's checking 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 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 Look out there she goes, she's gone Screaming straight through Texas Like a mad dog Cyclone [Bridge] Big, red, and silver She don't make no smoke She's a fast-rollin' streamline Come to show the folks [Chorus] [Verse 2] Lord, she never even stopped But She left fifty or sixty people Still sitting on their cars They're 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 [Chorus] [Bridge] [Chorus][x3]