Railroad Lady Merle Haggard
"Railroad Lady" by Merle Haggard, released in 1976, is a #Country song that tells the story of a man's admiration for a woman who embodies the freedom and spirit of the railroad life. Themes of love, longing, and the transient nature of life are central, reflecting the struggles of those tied to the tracks. The song features Haggard's signature storytelling and melodic guitar work, highlighting the connection between people and their journeys. Its cultural impact lies in its portrayal of Americana and the romanticism of rail travel.
[Chorus]
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 her
Now she's trying, just trying to get home again
[Verse 1]
South Station in Boston to the stockyards of Austin
From the Florida sunshine to the New Orleans rain
Now that the rail packs have taken the best tracks
She's trying, just trying to get home again
[Chorus]
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 her
Now she's trying, just trying to get home again
[Verse 2]
Once a high-balling loner thought he could own her
He bought her a fur coat and a big diamond ring
But she hocked him for cold cash, left town on the Wabash
Never thinking, never thinking of home way back then
But the rails are now rusty, the dining car's dusty
The gold-plated watches have taken their toll
The railroads are dying and the lady is crying
On a bus to Kentucky and home, that's her goal
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 her
Now she's trying, just trying to get home again
[Verse 1]
South Station in Boston to the stockyards of Austin
From the Florida sunshine to the New Orleans rain
Now that the rail packs have taken the best tracks
She's trying, just trying to get home again
[Chorus]
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 her
Now she's trying, just trying to get home again
[Verse 2]
Once a high-balling loner thought he could own her
He bought her a fur coat and a big diamond ring
But she hocked him for cold cash, left town on the Wabash
Never thinking, never thinking of home way back then
But the rails are now rusty, the dining car's dusty
The gold-plated watches have taken their toll
The railroads are dying and the lady is crying
On a bus to Kentucky and home, that's her goal
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