Kentucky Borderline - Rhonda Vincent

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

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

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