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 
Once a pullin' car traveler 
Now a breakmen won't have her 
She's trying just trying 
To get home again 

Once a high-balling loner 
Thought he could own her 
And he bought her a fur coat 
And a big dimaond ring 
But she hung in for cold cash 
Left down on the Wabash 
Never thinking never thinking 
Of home way back then 

But the rails are now rusty 
And the dining car's dusty 
The gold plated watches 
Are taking their gold 
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... 
On a bus to Kentucky and home once again