Texas 19 by Guy Clark #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE--------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the# #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research.# #-----------------------------------------------------------------------------# Date: Sat, 25 Apr 1998 15:32:41 -0700 (PDT) From: "T. Hickson" Subject: c/clark_guy/texas_1947.crd Song: Texas 1947 Artist: Guy Clark Transcribed by: T. Hickson >From the album "Keepers" (track 2), a live album. I'm probably missing a lot of the subtleties, but it's a nice, easy way to play it. Guy makes the verses build as if a train is approaching and passing you by, but you gotta hear it to make it work. ___________________________________________________________ Em Now bein' six years old G I'd seen some trains before, A so it's hard to figure out B Em what I'm at the depot for. Em Trains are big and black and smokin' steam, G screamin' at the wheels, A bigger than anything there is, B Em at least that's the way she feels B Trains are big and black and smokin', louder than July four, A but everybody's actin' like B Em this might be somethin' more... Em ...than just pickin' up the mail G or the soldiers from the war, A this is somethin' that even old man Wileman (?) B Em never seen before. BRIDGE: F#m And it's late afternoon on a hot Texas day, A somethin' strange is goin' on B Em and we's all in the way. Em Well there's fifty or sixty people G they're just sittin' on their cars, A and the old men left their dominoes B Em and they come down from the bars. Em Everybody's checkin', G old Jack Kittrel(?) checked his watch, A and us kids put our ears B Em to the rails to hear 'em pop. B So we already knowed when they finally said 'train time' A you'd a-thought that Jesus Christ himself B Em was rollin' down the line. Em Cuz things got real quiet, G Momma jerked me back, A not before I'd got the chance B Em 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, B screamin' straight through Texas A E like a mad dog cyclone. B Big, red, and silver, she don't make no smoke, A she's a fast-rollin' streamline B E come to show the folks. E Look out here she comes, she's comin' A Look out there she goes, she's gone, B screamin' straight through Texas A E like a mad dog cyclone. Em ...Lord, she never even stopped. Em She left fifty or sixty people G still sittin' on their cars, A and they're wonderin' what it's comin' to B Em and how it got this far. Em Oh but me I got a nickel smashed G flatter than a dime A by a mad dog, runaway B Em red-silver streamline...train CHORUS: ___________________________________________________________ CHORDS ONLY, BY VERSE: V1: Em G A B Em V2: Em G A B Em V3: B A B Em V4: Em G A B Em Bridge: F#m A B Em V5: Em G A B Em V6: Em G A B Em V7: B A B Em V8: Em G A B Em CHORUS: E A B A E B A B E E A B A E Em V9: Em G A B Em V10: Em G A B Em CHORUS: E A B A E B A B E E A B A E www.TAB6.com