She's a railroad lady
Just a little bit shady
Spent her whole life on a train
She was a semi-good looker
'Til the fast rails, they took her
Now she's trying, just trying to get home again
South Station in Boston
To the freight yards 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 home again
She's a railroad lady
Just a little bit shady
Spending her life on a train
She's semi-good looker
'Til the fast rails, they took her
Now she's trying, just trying to get home again
Once a high-ballin' loner
Who thought he could own her
Bought her a fur coat and a big diamond ring
She hocked him for cold cash
Left town on the Wabash
Never thinking, never thinking of home way back then
She's a railroad lady
Just a little bit shady
Spent her whole life on the trains
A semi-good looker
'Til the fast trails, they took her
Now she's trying, just trying to get home again
Now the rails are all rusty
The dining car's dusty
And those gold-plated watches have taken their toll
The railroads are dying
And the lady sits crying
On a bus to Kentucky now and home, that's her goal
She's a railroad lady
Just a little bit shady
Spent her whole life on a train
A semi-good looker
'Til the fast trails, they took her
Now she's trying, just trying to get home again
She's a railroad lady
Just a little bit shady
Spending her life on the trains
Once a poor man-car traveller
Now the brake man won't have her
She's a-trying, just trying to get home again
On a bus to Kentucky and home once again
