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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