Johnny Cash

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Now bein' six years old
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I'd seen some trains before,
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so it's hard to figure out
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what I'm at the depot for.

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Trains are big and black and smokin' steam,
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screamin' at the wheels,
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bigger than anything there is,
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at least that's the way she feels

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Trains are big and black and smokin',
louder than July four,
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but everybody's actin' like
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this might be somethin' more...

Than just picking up the mail
or the soldiers from the war
Something even old man Wyman's
never seen before

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And it's late afternoon
on a hot Texas day,
somethin' strange is goin' on
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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 dominoes
and they come down from the bars.

And everybody's checking
old Jack Kittrell checks his watch
and us kids put our ears
to the rails to hear 'em pop.

So we already knowed
when they finally said 'train time'
you'd a thought that Jesus Christ himself
was rollin' down the line.

Cuz things got real quiet,
Momma jerked me back,
not before I'd got the chance
to lay a nickel on the track.

Chorus:
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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
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like a mad dog cyclone.
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Big, red, and silver,
she don't make no smoke,
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she's a fast-rollin' streamline
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come to show the folks.
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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
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like a mad dog cyclone.

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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