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