She was born in ´32, and was she ever pretty She rode a freight train west, all the way from Detroit city
Betsy´s seen more places than I´ll ever hope to see Betsy´s been more loyal than any friend could be
With some she traveled fast, with others it was slow Betsy´s seen them all, she´d seen them come and go She must have had some others before I finally met her And now that she´s all mine, they´d better just forget her Betsy was a lady and that she will remain Betsy took some beatings but she never once complained
She had a classic beauty that everyone could see I was the last to meet her, but she gave her life to me
She may be rusted iron, but to me she´s solid gold And I just can´t hold the tears back ´Cause Betsy´s growing old