Railroad Lady

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 pull man car driver not a breakment won't have her

She's trying just trying to get back home again

Once a high-balling loner thought he could own her

He bought her a fur coat and a big diamond ring

But she hug in for cold cash left down on the Wabash

Never thinking never thinking of home way back then

But the rails are now rusty the dining car's dusty

The gold faded watches have taken 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