Railroad Lady

She's a railroad lady
 Just a little bit shady
 Spending her days 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
 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 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 switchmen 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 them for cold cash
 In a 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 are 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
 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.