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 in July 4th
But everybody's actin' like this might be something more
Than just pickin' up the mail or the soldiers from the war
Somethin' even old man Wileman's never seen before
And it's late afternoon on a hot Texas day
Somethin' strange was goin' on and we saw it all in the way
There were 50 or 60 people just sittin' on their cars
And the ole men left their domioes and come down from the bars
And everybody's checkin', old Jack Kittrell checks 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 have thought that Judgement Day was rollin' down the line
'Cause things got real quiet and mama jerked me back
But not before I 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 lay 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
She left 50 or 60 people still sittin' on their cars
Wonderin' what it's comin' to and how it got this far
And 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 lay 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
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