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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