Railroad Lady

She's a railroad lady

Just a little bit shady

Spending her days, on the trains

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 railpacks

Has taken the best tracks

She's trying, just trying to get home again

She's a railroad lady

Just a little bit shady

Spending her life, on a train

Once a pullman car traveller

Now the brakeman won't have her

She's trying, just trying to get home again

Once a high balling loner, he thought he could own her

Bought her a fur, and a big diamond ring

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

The dining car's dusty

Gold plated watches, have taken their toll

Yeah, the railroads are dying

And the lady, she'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 life, on a train

She's a semi-good looker

But the fast rails they took her

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

Yes, on a bus to Kentucky, and home, once, again