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Now bein' six years old, |
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I had seen some trains before, so it's hard to figure out what |
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I'm at the depot for. |
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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 |
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Trains are big and black and smokin', louder'n |
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July four, but everybody's actin' like this might be somethin' more. . . . . .than just pickin' up the mail, or the soldiers from the war. |
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This is somethin' that even old man |
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Wileman never seen before. |
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And it's late afternoon on a hot |
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Texas day. somethin' strange is goin' on, and we's all in the way. |
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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. |
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Everybody's checkin', old |
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Jack Kittrel check his watch, and us kids put our ears to the rails to hear 'em pop. |
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So we already knowed it, when they finally said 'train time' you'd a-thought that |
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Jesus Christ his-self was rollin' down the line. ' |
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Cause things got real quiet, momma jerked me back, |
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But not before |
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I'd got the chance to lay a nickel on the track. |
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Chorus Look out here she comes, she's comin', |
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Look out there she goes, she's gone, screamin' straight through |
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Texas like a mad dog cyclone. |
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Big, red, and silver, she don't make no smoke, she's a fast-rollin' streamline come to show the folks. |
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Look out here she comes, she's comin' |
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Look out there she goes, she's gone, screamin' straight through |
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Texas like a mad dog cyclone. . . . |
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Lord, she never even stopped. |
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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. |
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Oh but me |
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I got a nickel smashed flatter than a dime by a mad dog, runaway red-silver streamline. . . train |
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