She's a railroad lady just a little bit shady spending her days on a train
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Once a semi good looker but the fast rails they took her
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Now she's trying just trying to get home again
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South station in Boston to the stockyards of Austin
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From the Florida sunshine to the New Orleans rain
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Now that the rail packs have taken the best tracks
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She's trying just trying to get back home again
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She's a railroad lady just a little bit shady spending her days on a train
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Once a pullman car traveller now the brakeman won't have her
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She's trying just trying to get back home again
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Once a high-balling lawyer thought he could own her
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He bought her a fur coat and a big diamond ring
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But she hocked 'em for cold cash in a town on the Wabash
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Never thinking never thinking of home way back then
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But the rails are now rusty the dining car's dusty
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The gold faded watches have taken their gold
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The railroads're dying and the lady is crying
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On a bus to Kentucky and home that's her goal
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She's a railroad lady...
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On a bus to Kentucky and home once again
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Railroad Lady
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| Lefty Frizzel |
