Railroad Lady - Jimmy Buffett

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 tryin', just tryin' 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 tryin', just tryin' to get home again

Once a highballin' 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 thinkin', never thinkin' 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 tryin', just tryin' to get home again

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