She's a railroad lady

Just a little bit shady

Spending her days on a train

She's the semi good looker

But the fast rails they took her

Now she's trying just trying

To get home again

South station in Boston

To the stockyards of Austin

From the Florida sunshine

To the New Orleans rain

Now that the rail packs

Have taken the best tracks

She's trying just trying

To get back home again

She's a railroad lady

Just a little bit shady

Spending her days on a train

Once a pullin' car traveler

Now a breakmen won't have her

She's trying just trying

To get home again

Once a high-balling loner

Thought he could own her

And he bought her a fur coat

And a big dimaond ring

But she hung in for cold cash

Left down on the Wabash

Never thinking never thinking

Of home way back then

But the rails are now rusty

And the dining car's dusty

The gold plated watches

Are taking their gold

The railroads're dying

And the lady is crying

On a bus to Kentucky

And home that's her goal

She's a railroad lady

On a bus to Kentucky and home once again