Again and again Smokey Mary without strain pulled many a train
If you want to ride her it\'d cost a dollar, for a little more you could hear her holler
Listen to her moan and groan with each piston stroke until her whistle\'s blown
I rode her in her prime into a hard curved seat I did climb
No rest did she give my head, of wood and steel was made her bed
I shoveled into the hole of her firebox my soul black as coal hard as rocks
With her there was nothing supple, hard was the bang of her couple
With a little grease in her crease there was little friction in the release
Her sighs and groans met my ear, with a vibrating tremor in her rear
In heat she was torridly hot but when frigid she was defiantly not
Those who knew her called her a bitch but a tongue on the rail made them switch their pitch