Nobody Hops A Train Anymore

Well she picked up her feet She picked up her heart She picked up the moonlight, right around dark She made a break, when she made that train Took a free ride on the Santa Fe Nobody hops a train anymore Nobody hops a train anymore Well she wound up in Phoenix, in a cheap motel Scared to death but mad as hell At an Indian man with a white man’s line She said “I won’t be no squaw this time” Nobody hops a train anymore Nobody hops a train anymore She got away in the middle of the night With a buffalo robe, and his daddy’s peace pipe She’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen She’s everywhere on the talk TV Got a best selling book all the women love Called Husbands, Trains and Indian Stuff Nobody hops a train anymore