G Em Bm E7
Betsy, Betsy
C Am7 D7
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
G Bm
She was born in 'thirty-two
C D7
And was she ever pretty
G Bm
She rode a freight train west
C B7
All the way from Detroit City
Em7 G
Betsy's seen more places
C Cm
Than I'll ever hope to see
Bm7 Em7
Betsy's been more loyal
Am7 D7
Than any friend could be
G Bm
With some she traveled fast
C D7
With others it was slow
G Bm
Betsy's seen them all
C B7
She's seen them come and go
Em7 G
She must have had some favorites
C Cm
Before I finally met her
Bm7 Em7
And now that she's all mine
Am7 D7
They better just forget her
G G7
Betsy was a lady
C Cm
And that she will remain
Bm7 Em7
Betsy took some beatings
Am7 D7
But she never once complained
G Bm
She had a classic beauty
C D7
That everyone could see
G Bm
I was the last to meet her
C B7
But she gave her life to me
Em7 G
She may be rusted iron
C Cm
But to me she's solid gold
Bm7 Em7
And I just can't hold the tears back
Am7 D7 C G
'Cause Betsy's growing old
