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 p.a.c.s 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 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 dimaond 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 are taken their toll And the railroads're dying and the ladys' a' crying On a bus to Kentucky and home that's her goal On a bus to Kentucky and home once again