Betsy Betsy      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 favorites 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