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I've got no time for the aisles of fashionOr the bikinis of Malibu BeachDon't take me to where the pool water's splashingWhere everybody's skin is soft as a peachThe woman for me doesn't live in a mansionTaking baths in a hot tub, drinking whiskey and creamThe woman for me is a fighter with passionBoxcar Betty is the woman of my dreamsShe was a hobo and a trampAnd a rebel through and throughBoxcar Betty, I am yoursFor the OBUShe refused to marry richOr kiss anybody's assShe was proud to be a union womanAnd a leader of the working classShe hopped the freights from state to stateWith revolution in her eyes'Cause she couldn't stand to hear the soundOf a hungry child's criesShe was a hobo and a trampLetras de cancionesAnd a rebel through and throughBoxcar Betty, I am yoursFor the OBUBoxcar Betty didn't give a damnAbout what some people saidThey called her a free loverThey called her a dirty redBut if I could do anything in lifeI would hope to make my standHanging around the junglesAs Boxcar Betty's right-hand manShe was a hobo and a trampAnd a rebel through and throughBoxcar Betty, I am yoursFor the OBU From Letras Mania