Lyrics:

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.