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.