Guy Clark – Texas 1947 (Guitar)

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Now bein' six years old

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I'd seen some trains before,

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so it's hard to figure out

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what I'm at the depot for.

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Trains are big and black and smokin' steam,

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screamin' at the wheels,

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bigger than anything there is,

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at least that's the way she feels

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Trains are big and black and smokin',

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but everybody's actin' like

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this might be somethin' more...

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...than just pickin' up the mail

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or the soldiers from the war,

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this is somethin' that even old man Wileman (?)

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never seen before.

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And it's late afternoon

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somethin' strange is goin' on

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and we's all in the way.

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Well there's fifty or sixty people

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they're just sittin' on their cars,

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and the old men left their dominoes

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and they come down from the bars.

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Everybody's checkin',

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old Jack Kittrel(?) checked his watch,

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and us kids put our ears

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to the rails to hear 'em pop.

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So we already knowed

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you'd a-thought that Jesus Christ himself

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was rollin' down the line.

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Cuz things got real quiet,

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Momma jerked me back,

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not before I'd got the chance

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to lay a nickel on the track.

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Look out here she comes, she's comin',

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Look out there she goes, she's gone,

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screamin' straight through Texas

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like a mad dog cyclone.

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Big, red, and silver,

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she's a fast-rollin' streamline

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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,

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screamin' straight through Texas

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like a mad dog cyclone.

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...Lord, she never even stopped.

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She left fifty or sixty people

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still sittin' on their cars,

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and they're wonderin' what it's comin' to

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and how it got this far.

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Oh but me I got a nickel smashed

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flatter than a dime

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by a mad dog, runaway

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red-silver streamline...train