Written by Jerry Jeff Walker and Jimmy Buffett
Chorus:
She's a rail[F]road lady, just a l[C]ittle bit shady,
Spending [G7]her days on the tr[C]ain.[C7]
She's a s[F]emi good-looker, but the f[C]ast rails they took 'er,
Now she's t[G7]ryin', just tryin' to g[F]et ho[G7]me agai[C]n.
South [C]Station in B[C7]oston to the freight yards of A[C]ustin,
[G7]
No[C]w that the r[C7]ail packs have [F]taken the [C]best tracks,
She's tryin', just tryin' to [G7]get home aga[C]in.[C7]
Chorus
Once a h[C]ighballin' l[G7]oner, he tho[F]ught he could o[C]wn 'er,
Bought her a fur coat and a big diamond r[G7]ing.
She ho[C]cked them for c[C7]old cash, left t[F]own on the W[C]abash,
Never thinkin', never th[G7]inkin' of home 'way back t[C]hen.[C7]
But the r[C]ails are now r[C7]usty, the d[F]ining cars d[C]usty,
The gold plated watches have taken their t[G7]oll.
The ra[C]ilroads are [C7]dying, and th[F]e lady, she's [C]crying,
On a bus to Kentucky, and h[G7]ome that's her g[C]oal.[C7]
Chorus2:
She's a r[F]ailroad lady, just a [C]little bit shady,
Sp[G7]ending her life on the tr[C]ains.[C7]
Once a Pul[F]lman car trav'ler, now the b[C]rakeman won't have her,
She's tryi[G7]n', just tryin' to g[F]et h[G7]ome aga[C]in.
Yeah, o[C]n a bus t[G7]o Kentucky, then home -[F] once -[G7] again.[C][F-G7-C]
Chorus:
She's a rail[F]road lady, just a l[C]ittle bit shady,
Spending [G7]her days on the tr[C]ain.[C7]
She's a s[F]emi good-looker, but the f[C]ast rails they took 'er,
Now she's t[G7]ryin', just tryin' to g[F]et ho[G7]me agai[C]n.
South [C]Station in B[C7]oston to the freight yards of A[C]ustin,
[G7]
No[C]w that the r[C7]ail packs have [F]taken the [C]best tracks,
She's tryin', just tryin' to [G7]get home aga[C]in.[C7]
Chorus
Once a h[C]ighballin' l[G7]oner, he tho[F]ught he could o[C]wn 'er,
Bought her a fur coat and a big diamond r[G7]ing.
She ho[C]cked them for c[C7]old cash, left t[F]own on the W[C]abash,
Never thinkin', never th[G7]inkin' of home 'way back t[C]hen.[C7]
But the r[C]ails are now r[C7]usty, the d[F]ining cars d[C]usty,
The gold plated watches have taken their t[G7]oll.
The ra[C]ilroads are [C7]dying, and th[F]e lady, she's [C]crying,
On a bus to Kentucky, and h[G7]ome that's her g[C]oal.[C7]
Chorus2:
She's a r[F]ailroad lady, just a [C]little bit shady,
Sp[G7]ending her life on the tr[C]ains.[C7]
Once a Pul[F]lman car trav'ler, now the b[C]rakeman won't have her,
She's tryi[G7]n', just tryin' to g[F]et h[G7]ome aga[C]in.
Yeah, o[C]n a bus t[G7]o Kentucky, then home -[F] once -[G7] again.[C][F-G7-C]
