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