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Introducción:
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Now bein' six years old I'd seen some trains before
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So it's hard to figure out what I'm at the depot for.
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Trains are big and black and smokin' steam, screamin' at the wheels
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Louder than anything there is, at least that's the way she feels
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Trains are big and black and smokin', louder than July fourth
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Everybody's actin' like this might be somethin' more
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Than just pickin' up the mail or the soldiers from the war
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Even somethin' that even old man Wileman's never seen before
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And it's late afternoon on a hot Texas day
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Somethin' strange was goin' on and we's all in the way
Well there's fifty or sixty people just sittin' on their cars
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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 like a mad dog cyclone
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Big an red, and silver, Lord, she don't make no smoke
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She's a fast-rollin' streamline come to show the folks
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Said 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 like a mad dog cyclone
Lord, she never even stopped