| 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 in 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 home again. She's a railroad lady, just a little bit shady Spendin' her days on the train Once a pullman car traveller, now the switchmen won't have her She's trying, just trying to get home again. Once a high-ballin' loner who thought he could own her He bought her a fur coat and big diamond ring But she hocked 'em for hard cash, left town on the Wabash Never thinkin', never thinkin' of home way back then Now the rails are all rusty, and the dining car dusty The gold plated watches have taken their toll The railroad is dying and the lady is crying On a bus to Kentuckyand home, that's her goal She's a railroad lady, just a little bit shady Spendin' her days on the train She's a semi good looker, but the fast rails they took her Now she's tryin', just tryin' to get home again.
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