Betsy, betsy, ahhhhhShe was born in ’32, and was she ever prettyShe rode a freight train west, all the way from detroit cityBetsy’s seen more places than I’ll ever hope to seeBetsy’s been more loyal than any friend could beWith some she traveled fast, with others it was slowBetsy’s seen them all, she’d seen them come and goShe must have had some others before I finally met herAnd now that she’s all mine, they’d better just forget herBetsy was a lady and that she will remainBetsy took some beatings but she never once complainedShe had a classic beauty that everyone could seeI was the last to meet her, but she gave her life to meShe may be rusted iron, but to me she’s solid goldAnd I just can’t hold the tears back’cause betsy’s growing old
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