Railroad Lady - Live

She's a railroad lady

Just a little bit shady

Spending her life on the train

She's a 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 freight yards of Austin

From the Florida sunshine

To the New Orleans rain

Now that the rail packs

Has taken the best track

She's trying, just trying

To get home again

She's a railroad lady

Just a little bit shady

Spending her life on the train

Once a Pullman car traveler

Now the brakeman won't have her

She's trying, just trying

To get home again

Once a highballing loner

Well he thought he could own her

Bought her a fur coat

And a big diamond ring

Well she hocked 'em 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

Spending her life on the train

She's a semi-good looker

But the fast rails they took her

Now she's trying, just trying

To get home again

But the rails are now rusty

And the dining car's dusty

Gold-plated watches

Have taken their toll

All the railroads are dying

And the lady sits crying

On a bus to Kentucky

And home that's her goal

She's a railroad lady

Just a little bit shady

Spending her life on the train

She's a 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