Tom: C
Introdução:
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She's a railroad lady, just a little bit shady,
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Spending her days on the train.
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She's a semi good-looker, but the fast rails they took 'er,
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Now she's tryin', just tryin' to get home again.
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South Station in Boston to the freight yards 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 tryin', just tryin' to get home again.
Chorus
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Once a highballin' loner, he thought he could own 'er,
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Bought her a fur coat and a big diamond ring.
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She hocked them for cold cash, left town on the Wabash,
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Never thinkin', never thinkin' of home 'way back then.
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But the rails are now rusty, the dining cars dusty,
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The gold plated watches have taken their toll.
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The railroads are dying, and the lady, she's 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, just a little bit shady,
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Spending her life on the trains.
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Once a Pullman car trav'ler, now the brakeman won't have her,
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She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again.
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Yeah, on a bus to Kentucky, then home - once - again.