[Chorus]
She's a railroad lady, just a little bit shady
Spending her life on them trains
Semi good-looker, but the fast rails they took 'er
Now she's tryin', just tryin' to get home again

[Verse 1]
South Station in Boston to the freight yards of Austin
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

[Chorus]
She's a railroad lady, just a little bit shady
Spending her life on them trains
Semi good-looker, but the fast rails they took 'er
Now she's tryin', just tryin' to get home again

[Interlude]
Now this here song was written on the final run of the PanAmerican from New Orleans to Nashville
Writing through the night was one Jimmy Buffett, one Jerry Jeff Walker, and one bottle of Wild Turkey
And we sat there singing a song about a young lady who was sidetracked in life
Cornered by the roundhouse by smooth talking switchmen
And derailed by life, she was giving it up, because the beds were unsafe

[Verse 2]
But now the rails are all rusty and the dining car's dusty
The gold plated watches have taken their toll
And the railroads are dying, and the lady sits crying
On a bus to Kentucky now, and a home that's her goal
[Chorus]
She's a railroad lady, just a little bit shady
Spending her life on them trains
Once a Pullman car traveler, now the brakeman won't have her
She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again
She's a railroad lady, just a little bit shady
Spending her life on them trains
Semi good-looker, but the fast rails they took 'er
Now she's tryin', just tryin' to get home again

[Outro]
On a bus to Kentucky and home once again