She's a railroad lady

Just a little bit shady

Spending her days on the train

She's a semi-good looker

The fast rails they took 'er

Now she's tryin', just tryin' to get home again.



South Station on Boston to the stockyards of Austin

From the Florida sunshine to the New Orleans's rain

Now that the rail packs

Has taken the best tracks

She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again.



She's a railroad lady

Just a little bit shady

Spending her life on the trains

Once a pullman car traveler

Now the brakeman won't have 'er

She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again.



Once a high balling loner he thought he could own 'er

He bought her a fur and a big diamond ring

She hocked them for cold cash

Left town on the Wabash

Never thinking of home way back then.



But the rails are now rusty

The dining car's dusty

The gold plated watches have taken their toll

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 shaky

Spending her life on the train

She's a semi-good looker

But the fast rails the took 'er

Now she' tryin', just tryin' to get home again.