She’s A Railroad Lady

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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.