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 Pullman car traveler now the brakeman 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 diamond ring

But she hocked 'em for cold cash left town 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 have taken their toll

The railroads're dying, the lady's 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

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

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

On a bus to Kentucky and home, once again