Lyrics:
She’s a railroad lady
Just a little bit shady
Spending her days on the train
She’s a semi-good looker
The fast rails they took ‘er
Now she’s tryin’, just tryin’ to get home again.

South Station on Boston to the stockyards of Austin
From the Florida sunshine to the New Orlean’s rain
Now that the railpacks
Has taken the best tracks
She’s tryin’, just tryin’ to get home again.

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 ‘er
She’s tryin’, just tryin’ to get home again.

Once a high balling loner he thought he could own ‘er
He bought her a fur and a big diamond ring
She hocked them for cold cash
Left town on the Wabash
Never thinking of home way back then.

But the rails are now rusty
The dining car’s 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 shaky
Spending her life on the train
She’s a semi-good looker
But the fast rails the took ‘er
Now she’ tryin’, just tryin’ to get home again.