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 graveyards of Austin
From the Florida sunshine to the New Orleans rains
Now that the rail pack has 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 life 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 he thought he could own her
Bought her a fur coat and a big dimand ring
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 plated watches are taking their toll
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...

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
Yes on a bus to Kentucky and home once again