Railroad Lady

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 'er
Now she’s tryin', just tryin' to get home again
South Station in Boston to the freight yards of Austin
From the Florida sunshine to the New Orleans rain
Now that the rail packs have taken the best tracks
She’s tryin', just tryin' to get home again
Once a highballin' loner, he thought he could own 'er
Bought her a fur coat and a big diamond ring
She hocked them for cold cash, left town on the Wabash
Never thinkin', never thinkin' of home 'way back then
But the rails are now rusty, the dining cars dusty
The gold plated watches have taken their toll
The railroads are dying, and the lady, she’s crying
On a bus to Kentucky, and home that’s her goal
She’s a railroad lady, just a little bit shady
Spending her life on the trains
Once a Pullman car traveler, now the brakeman won’t have her
She’s tryin', just tryin' to get home again
Yeah, on a bus to Kentucky, then home — once — again