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GspendCin' her days on the train
SFhe's Ca semi-good-looker but the fast rails they took her
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CSouthF station Cin Boston, to the stock yards of Austin
from the FloGrida sunshine, to the New Orlean's rain
CNow tFhatC the railpass have taken the best tracks
She's Gtryin'C,just tryin' to get home again
She's a railroad lady, just a little bit shady
spendin' her days on the train
Once a pullman car traveller, nowthe brakemen won't have her
She's tryin', tryin' to get home again
Once a high rollin loner, thought he could own her
he bought her a fur coat and a big diamond ring
but she hocked them for cold cash
left town on the Wabash
Never thinkin', never thinkin' of home way back then
But the rails are now rusty, and the dining cars dusty
and the gold plated watches have taken their toll
And the railroads are dyin', and the lady is cryin'
on a bus to Kentucky at home that's her goal
She's a railroad lady, just a little bit shady
spendin' her days on the train
She's a semi-good-looker but the fast rails they took her
now she's tryin', just tryin' to get home again
On a Dbus Gto KeAntuckDy and home once again
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