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

She's the semi good looker but the fast rails they took her

Now she's trying just trying to get home again.

Once a high-balling loner thought he could own her

He bought her a fur coat and a big dimaond ring

But she hug in for cold cash left town 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 bladed 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 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.

On a bus to Kentucky and home once again...