Listen to Texas 1947 song with lyrics from Guy Clark

Texas 1947

Guy Clark16 Aug 1998

Texas 1947 Lyrics

Texas 1947 - Guy Clark

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

 

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

 

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