@Bryce that would be the implication. Here's my take on it.

My old hen cluck and squall, ain't laid eggs since late last fall.
My old hen cluck and sing, still no eggs by the spring.

Then the rail men came to town, she started laying them eggs down.
First came two then came four, railroad men still wanted more.

When the train rolled away, that old hen she wouldn't lay.
When she heard the train roll in, she started layin' them eggs again.

She layed eight then layed ten, that was enough for the railroad men.
Soon as the rail men left our town, she stopped layin' them eggs down.

That old hen wouldn't lay for me, I tried being sweet and I tried being mean.
That old hen liked sweaty men, that's the only time she'd lay again.

That old hen liked sweaty men, that's the only time she'd lay again.
She clucked in the yard and she clucked in the lot, next time she clucked she was in the pot.