Railroad Lady - Merle Haggard, The Strangers

She’s a railroad lady

Just a little bit shady

Spending her days on a train

She’s a 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 Pullman car traveler

Now the brakemen won’t have her

She’s trying just trying

To get home again

Once a high-balling loner

Thought he could own her

And he bought her a fur coat

And a big diamond ring

But she hocked them for cold cash

In a town on the Wabash

Never thinking never thinking

Of home way back then

But the rails are now rusty

And the dining car’s dusty

The gold plated watches

Have taken 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

Just a little bit shady

Spending her days on a train

She’s a semi good looker

But the fast rails they took her

Now she’s trying just trying

To get home again

On a bus to Kentucky

And home once again