Kentucky Borderline

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