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 pull man car driver not a breakment won't have her She's trying just trying to get back home again Once a high-balling loner thought he could own her He bought her a fur coat and a big diamond ring But she hug in for cold cash left down 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 faded watches have taken 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