Well she picked up her feet

She picked up her heart

She picked up the moonlight,

right around dark

She made a break,

when she made that train

Took a free ride on the Santa Fe



Nobody hops a train anymore

Nobody hops a train anymore



Well she wound up in Phoenix,

in a cheap motel

Scared to death but mad as hell

At an Indian man with a white man's line

She said “I won't be no squaw this time”



Nobody hops a train anymore

Nobody hops a train anymore



She got away in the middle of the night

With a buffalo robe,

and his daddy's peace pipe



She's the hottest thing you've ever seen

She's everywhere on the talk TV

Got a best selling book all the women love

Called Husbands, Trains and Indian Stuff



Nobody hops a train anymore