She pulled out of Mobile Moving through the darkness in the pouring rain, like a hurricane. From southern New Port waters to the Cumberland so green, and all points in between. Louisville by Nashville Pounding out a rhythm making up lost time, {Chorus} Heading for that bluegrass state of mine. White smoke a rollin' Whistle a blowin' Kentucky borderline. Listening to her engine keeping time Birmingham by noon, Montgomery my morning upward to the moon. a low sighed refrain, Onward through the timber Her lonesome whistle cries like the boys down on Mill street singing of the pain. No one is gonna stop her from her appointed rounds, its glory bound. This train is moving on {Chorus} Her lungs are full of fire breathing burning coal, like thunder when it rolls. A raging locamotion Singing for the mighty who cast her molten steel, Drawed the spike and laid 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 {Chorus} Kentucky borderline