Texas, 1947

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Now bein' six years old I'd seen 
some trains before
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So it's hard to figure out what I'm
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 at the depot for.
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Trains are big and black and 
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smokin' steam, screamin' at the 
wheels
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Louder than anything there is, at 
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least that's the way she feels
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Trains are big and black and 
smokin', louder than July fourth
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Everybody's actin' like this 
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might be somethin' more
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Than just pickin' up the mail or 
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the soldiers from the war
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Even somethin' that even old man 
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Wileman's never seen before


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And it's late afternoon on a hot 
Texas day
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Somethin' strange was goin' on and 
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we's all in the way


Well there's fifty or sixty people 
just sittin' on their cars
And the old men left their dominoes 
and they come down from the bars
Everybody's checkin', old Jack 
Kittrel checked 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 a-thought that Jesus Christ 
himself was rollin' down the line
Cuz things got real quiet, Momma 
jerked me back
Not before I'd got the chance to lay
 a nickel on the track

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Look out here she comes, she's 
comin'
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Look out there she goes, she's gone
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Screamin' straight through Texas 
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like a mad dog cyclone
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Big an red, and silver, Lord, she 
don't make no smoke
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She's a fast-rollin' streamline 
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come to show the folks
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Said look out here she comes, she's 
comin'
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Look out there she goes, she's gone
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Screamin' straight through Texas 
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like a mad dog cyclone



Lord, she never even stopped
She left fifty, sixty people still 
sittin' on their cars
Wonderin' what it's comin' to and 
how it got this far
Me I got a nickel smashed flatter 
than a dime
By a mad dog, runaway red-silver 
streamline train


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