Now bein' six years old I'd 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
Louder than anything there is, at least that's the way she feels
Trains are big and black and smokin', louder than July fourth
Everybody's actin' like this might be somethin' more
Than just pickin' up the mail or the soldiers from the war
Even somethin' that 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
Well there's fifty or sixty people just sittin' on their cars
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 an red, and silver, Lord, she don't make no smoke
She's a fast-rollin' streamline come to show the folks
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