Biography:
Guy Charles Clark (November 6, 1941 - May 17, 2016)[1] was a Grammy Award winning American Texas Country and folk singer, musician, songwriter, recording artist, and performer. He has released more than twenty albums, and his songs have been recorded by other artists including Jerry Jeff Walker, Jimmy Buffett, Lyle Lovett, Ricky Skaggs, Steve Wariner, and Rodney Crowell. Guy Clark won the 2014 Grammy Award for Best Folk Album: My Favorite Picture Of You.
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Other songs:
- Desperados Waiting For A Train
- A Little Of Both
- A Nickel For The Fiddler
- Anyhow I Love You
- Bag Of Bones
- Baton Rouge
- Black Diamond Strings
- Black Haired Boy
- Boats To Build
- Broken Hearted People
- Cold Dog Soup
- Dancin Days
- Dublin Blues
- El Coyote
- Forever For Always For Certain
- Fort Worth Blues
- Hanging Your Life On A Wall
- Hell Bent On A Heartache
- Heros
- Home Grown Tomatoes
- Homeless
- Howd You Get This Number
- I Dont Love You Much Do I
- Immigrant Eyes
- Indian Cowboy
- Instant Coffee Blues
- La Freeway
- Like A Coat From The Cold
- Lone Star Hotel
- Magdaline
- Magnolia Wind
- Maybe I Can Paint Over That
- Me Im Feelin The Same
- Mud
- My Favorite Picture Of You
- My Marie
- Off The Map
- Old Friends
- Out In The Parkin Lot
- Picassos Mandolin
- Red River
- Rita Ballou
- Shade Of All Greens
- She Aint Goin Nowhere
- Soldiers Joy 1864
- South Coast Of Texas
- Stuff That Works
- Texas 19
- Texas 1947
- That Old Time Feeling
- The Ballad Of Laverne And Captain Flint
- The Cape
- The Carpenter
- The Dark
- The Guitar
- The Houston Kid
- The Last Gunfighter Ballad
- Tornado Time In Texas
- Watermelon Dream
- Wild Man From Borneo
- Worry Be Gone
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#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research.#
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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
#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
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