Guy Clark - Texas 1947

^ENow bein' six years old I'd ^Gseen some trains before, so it's ^Ahard to figure out what I'm ^B7at the depot f^Eor.

^ETrains are big and black and smokin' steam, ^Gscreamin' at the wheels, ^Abigger than anything there is, at least ^B7that's the way she f^Eeels

Trains are ^B7big and black and smokin', louder than July four, but ^Aeverybody's actin' like this ^B7might be somethin' m^Eore...

^E...than just pickin' up the mail or the ^Gsoldiers from the war, this is ^Asomethin' that even old man Wileman (?) ^B7never seen befo^Ere.

And it's ^F#mlate afternoon on a hot Texas day, somethin' strange is ^Agoin' on and we's ^B7all in the w^Eay.

^EWell there's fifty or sixty people they're ju^Gst sittin' on their cars, and the ^Aold men left their dominoes and they ^B7come down from the b^Ears.

^EEverybody's checkin', old Jack ^GKittrel(?) checked his watch, and us ^Akids put our ears to the ^B7rails to hear 'em p^Eop.

So ^B7we already knowed when they finally said 'train time' you'd a-^Athought that Jesus Christ himself was ^B7rollin' down the l^Eine.

^ECuz things got real quiet, ^GMomma jerked me back, ^Anot before I'd got the chance to lay a ^B7nickel on the t^Erack.

^ELook out here she comes, she's comin', ^ALook out there she goes, she's gone, ^B7screamin' straight through Texas like a ^Amad dog cy^Eclone. ^B7Big, red, and silver, she don't make no smoke, she's a ^Afast-rollin' streamline ^B7come to show the f^Eolks. ^ELook out here she comes, she's comin' ^ALook out there she goes, she's gone, ^B7screamin' straight through Texas like a ^Amad dog cy^Eclone.

^E...Lord, she never even stopped. ^EShe left fifty or sixty people still ^Gsittin' on their cars, and they're ^Awonderin' what it's comin' to and ^B7how it got this f^Ear.

^EOh but me I got a nickel smashed ^Gflatter than a dime by a ^Amad dog, runaway red-^B7silver streamli^Ene...train CHORUS Fade