She pulled out of Mobile

in the pouring rain,

Moving through the darkness

like a hurricane.

From southern New Port waters

to the Cumberland so green,

Louisville by Nashville

and all points in between.

Pounding out a rhythm

making up lost time,

Heading for that

bluegrass state of mine.



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White smoke a rollin'

Whistle a blowin'

Listening to her engine keeping time

Kentucky borderline.



Montgomery my morning

Birmingham by noon,

Onward through the timber

upward to the moon.

Her lonesome whistle cries

a low sighed refrain,

like the boys down on Mill street

singing of the pain.

No one is gonna stop her

from her appointed rounds,

This train is moving on

its glory bound.



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Her lungs are full of fire

breathing burning coal,

A raging locamotion

like thunder when it rolls.

Singing for the mighty

who cast her molten steel,

Drawed the spike and layed the rail

to ride beneath her wheels.

The pride of our nation

she's a monument to them,

A southern bell

that mighty L&N



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Kentucky borderline