She's a railroad lady, just a little bit shady
Spending her day's on the train
She's a semi-good-looker, but the fast rails, the took her
Now she's tryin', just tryin' to get home again
South station in Boston to the stockyards of Austin
From the Florida shushine to the New Orleans rain
Now that the railpacks have taken the best tracks
She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again
* Refrain
She's a railroad lady, just a little bit shady
Spendin' her days on the train
Once a pullman car traveler, now the switchman won't have her
She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again
Once a highballing loner thought he could own her
He bought her a fur coat and a big diamond ring
But he hopped on for cold cash, left town on the Wabash
Never thinkin', never thinkin' for home way back then
Now the rails are all rusty and the dining car's dusty
Gold plated watches have taken their toll
Railroads are dying and the lady is crying
On a bus to Kentucky and home that's her goal
* Refrain