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. (Chorus) 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. (Chorus) 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 (Chorus)