Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Texas 1947, artist - Guy Clark. Album song Great American Radio Vol.1, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 28.02.2019
Record label: Floating World
Song language: English
Texas 1947 |
Now being 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 smoking |
Steam screaming at the wheels |
And bigger than anything they is |
At least that’s the way she feels |
Trains are big and black and smoking |
Louder in July four |
But everybody’s actin' like |
This might be something more |
Than just picking up the mail |
Or the soldiers from the war |
This is something that even old man |
Wileman never seen before |
And it’s late afternoon |
On a hot Texas day |
Something strange is going on |
And we’s all in the way |
Well there’s fifty or sixty people |
Just sitting on their cars |
And the old men left their dominos |
And they come down from the bars |
And everybody’s checking |
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 I finally said, «Train time» |
You’d a-thought that Jesus Christ |
His-self was rolling down the line |
Because 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 coming |
Look out there she goes, she’s gone |
Screaming 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 |
Lord, she never even stopped |
But She left fifty or sixty people |
Still sitting on their cars |
They’re wondering what it’s coming 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 |