 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 there 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
And somethin' strange is goin' on, and 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 come down from the bars
And 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, mama jerked me back
But not before I'd got the chance to lay a nickel on the track
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 and red and silver, she don't make no smoke
She's a fast-rollin' streamline, come to show the folks
I said, 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
But she left fifty, sixty people still sittin' on their cars
Wonderin' what it's comin' to and how it got this far
But me, I got a nickel smashed flatter than a dime
By a mad dog, runaway red-silver streamline train
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 and red and silver, she don't make no smoke
She's a fast-rollin' streamline, come to show the folks
I said, 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
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
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
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