Texas 1947 lyrics

Artist  : Guy Clark 
Song : Texas 1947



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 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, 

bigger than anything they is, at least that's the
way she feels 



Trains are big and black and smokin', louder'n
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 they're just
sittin' on their cars, 

and the old men left their dominos and they come
down from the bars. 



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 they 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. 



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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. 



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. 



She left fifty or sixty people still sittin' on
their cars, 

and 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 



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