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
To get back home again
Have taken the best tracks
She's trying just trying
She's a railroad lady
Spending her days on a train Just a little bit shady
Once a pullin' car traveler
She's trying just trying
Now a breakmen won't have her
To get home again Once a highThought 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
Are taking their gold
The gold plated watches
And the dining car's dusty
And home that's her goal
The railroads're dying
On a bus to Kentucky
And the lady is crying
She's a railroad lady.
On a bus to Kentucky and home once again.
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