Ballad of Ole' Betsy

Betsy, Betsy, ahhhhh She was born in '32, and was she ever pretty She rode a freight train west, all the way from Detroit city Betsy's seen more places than I'll ever hope to see Betsy's been more loyal than any friend could be With some she traveled fast, with others it was slow Betsy's seen them all, she'd seen them come and go She must have had some others before I finally met her And now that she's all mine, they'd better just forget her Betsy was a lady and that she will remain Betsy took some beatings but she never once complained She had a classic beauty that everyone could see I was the last to meet her, but she gave her life to me She may be rusted iron, but to me she's solid gold And I just can't hold the tears back 'Cause Betsy's growing old