Texas, 1947

Bein' six years old I had seen some trains before

So it's hard to figure out what I'm at the depot for

Things're big and black and smokin' steam screamin' at the wheels

Bigger'n anything there is last that's the way she feels



Trains're big and black and smokin' louder'n 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's all in the way

There are 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've thought that Judgement Day was rollin' down the line



'Cause things got real quiet and mama jerked me back

But not vbefore I get 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

Look out here she comes