[1] She pulled out of Mobile in the pouring rain
Moving through the darkness like a hurricane
From [4] southern gulfport waters to the Cumberland so green
[1] Louisville by Nashville and all points in between
[5] Pounding out a rhythm making up lost time
[1] Heading for that [5] bluegrass state of [1] mine

[4] White smoke a rollin' whistle a blowin'
Listening to her engine keeping [1] time
Ken-[5]-tucky border-[1]-line

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

Her lungs are full of fire breathing burning coal
A raging locomotion like thunder when it rolls
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