Texas, 1947 - Jason Boland

Texas, 1947 chords

Texas 1947
By Jason Boland & The Stragglers
rmofle at satx.rr.com
5/23/04


    E                       G
Now bein' six years old I'd seen some trains before
        A                           B7           E
So it's hard to figure out what I'm at the depot for.
E                                           G
Trains are big and black and smokin' steam, screamin' at the wheels
A                                       B7                 E 
Louder than anything there is, at least that's the way she feels
           B7
Trains are big and black and smokin', louder than July fourth
A                            B7                 E
Everybody's actin' like this might be somethin' more
          E                          G
Than just pickin' up the mail or the soldiers from the war
A                                          B7           E
Even somethin' that even old man Wileman’s never seen before


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         F#m
And it's late afternoon on a hot Texas day
                      A            B7  
Somethin' strange was goin' on and we's all in the way


Well there's fifty or sixty people just sittin' on their cars
And the old men left their dominoes and they come down from the bars
Everybody's checkin', old Jack Kittrel checked 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 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:
E
Look out here she comes, she's comin'
A
Look out there she goes, she's gone
B7                                      A         E
Screamin' straight through Texas like a mad dog cyclone
B7
Big an red, and silver, Lord, she don't make no smoke
        A                       B7               E
She's a fast-rollin' streamline come to show the folks
     E
Said look out here she comes, she's comin'
A
Look out there she goes, she's gone
B7                                      A         E
Screamin' straight through Texas like a mad dog cyclone



Lord, she never even stopped
She left fifty, sixty people still sittin' on their cars
Wonderin' what it's comin' to and how it got this far
Me I got a nickel smashed flatter than a dime
By a mad dog, runaway red-silver streamline train


Chorus