Written by Harley Allen & Leslie Satcher   ©1996 Ocean Bound Music/Ensign Music Corp. (BMI)/   Song Island Pub./EMI Blackwood Music, Inc. (BMI)      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