77 - She's Great, She's Black
- Words & music by Bobby Emperor
She's great, she's black, in 'er stomach is coal,
and she runs down the line like a Country-Rock'n'roll.
Her rhythmic voice is music in my ears,
and that after a life of so many years.
She's a beauty in an elegant dress,
she needs partners but she knows loneliness.
She likes journeys to all other states,
but she never turns home where her fam'ly waits.
(And) We will never know how she really feels
when she's standin' on the track on her giant wheels.
So come and get on that old steam train
that she's pullin'`down that iron lane.
She's our great old western engine,
and she pulls all trains with the power of steam.