Railroad Lady

(álbum: A Man Must Carry On - 1977)

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 'er
Now she's trying, just trying to get home again

South Station in Boston to the freight yards 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 home again

Once a highballing loner, he thought he could own 'er
Bought her a fur coat and a big diamond ring
She hocked them 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 cars dusty
The gold plated watches have taken their toll
The railroads are dying, and the lady, she's crying
On a bus to Kentucky, and home that's her goal

She's a railroad lady, just a little bit shady
Spending her life on the trains
Once a Pullman car traveler, now the brakeman won't have her
She's trying, just trying to get home again

Yeah, on a bus to Kentucky, then home... once... again...