Bein six years old I had seen some trains before
So its hard to figger out what I'm at the depot for
Trains are big and black and smokin, steam screamin at the wheel
Bigger'n anything there is least thats the way it feels...

Look out here she comes she's comin lookout there she goes she's gone
Streamin straight through Texas like a mad dog cyclone...

She left fifty-sixty people still standin at their cars
Wonderin where its comin to and how it got this far
And me I got a nickel smashed flatter than a dime
By a mad dog run-away East Texas streamline (train)...

("Texas 1947")

I LOVE Guy Clark. I have heard that Desperadoes Waitin For a Train is actually pretty much autobiographical... he really did grow up driftin through oil patch ghost towns with his uncle. If it ain't true, it's too good of a lie to mess with. He's got a great ear for words and and even greater compassion for the human spirit. Oh, and that concert that made the album was a fundraiser his wife Susanna organized for a dental clinic for musicians in Nashville.

Willie_O