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 pullin' car traveler now a breakment 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 dimaond ring
But she hug in for cold cash left down 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 are taking their gold
The railroads're dying and the lady is crying
On a bus to Kentucky and home that's her goal
She's a railroad lady...
On a bus to Kentucky and home once again