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
Writer(s): Leslie Satcher, Harley Allen
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