Railroad Lady

(álbum: The Legendary Lefty Frizzell - 1973)

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, now a break men 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 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, 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, just a little bit'shady
Spending her days on a train
Once a pull man car driver, now a break men won't have her
She's trying, just trying to get back home again

On a bus to Kentucky and home once again