She's a railroad lady just a little bit'shady Spending her days on a train She's the 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 a train She's the semi good looker but the fast rails they took her Now she's trying just trying to get home again.
Once a high-balling loner thought he could own her He bought her a fur coat and a big dimaond ring But she hug in for cold cash left town on the Wabash Never thinking never thinking of home way back then.
But the rails are now rusty the dining car's dusty The gold-plated watches are taking their toll The railroads're 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 a train Once a pullman car driver not a brakeman won't have her She's trying just trying to get back home again.