End of An Era

She became a symbols of American pride, as she made her run down the tracks. Those big drivers turning eight wheels and smoke pouring from her stack. Pulling cars from Chicago to Memphis, on across that Delta Land, running down to Baton Rouge and over to the Gulf Coast sands. She saw the Yellow Dog run where the Southern Cross the Dog ate the shrimp in New Orleans and the ribs from a Kansas City hog She pulled corn out of Illinois and a load of wheat to sell Rumble on down to Mississippi on the Monday Morning Rail The engineer, with his hand on the whistle, keeping the train on time. His schedule became a badge of honor, As he ran the railroad line. He rolled through village and town then turned the throttle loose, A hundred tons of solid steel, a hundred cars and a caboose. She was called “the future of America,” Before the diesel took her place. She kept her date with destiny and lost In the final race. History has told the story of an era that has come and gone, A hundred years of running the rail, the steam engine has sung her song.