She´s a railroad lady Just a little bit shady Spending her days on the 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 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 the train Once a Pullman Car traveler Now the switchman 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 diamond 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 Have taken their toll And the railroads are dying And the lady is crying On a bus to Kentucky
And home, that´s her goal
She´s a railroad lady Just a little bit shady Spending her days on the train She´s a semi-good looker But the fast rails, they took her Now she´s trying, just trying To get home again