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 d**h but mad as hell At an Indian man with a white mans line She said I wont 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 daddys peace pipe Shes the hottest thing youve ever seen Shes 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