Whistle of the Southern Line

**(Verse 1)** Down in Dixie, where the pines grow tall, Where the river bends and the sweet grass calls, There’s a tale of iron, steam, and steel, Of the Southern Railway, a legacy real. From the hills of Tennessee to the Georgia plains, The whistle’s wail through the summer rains, Locomotives thundering on the track, Bringing life to towns, never looking back. **(Chorus)** Oh, Southern Railway, rolling through the night, From the smoky mountains to the shining light, Steel wheels turning, hearts are yearning, For the stories in the freight and the fires burning. **(Verse 2)** In the heart of Birmingham, engines roared, Iron horses on a mission, never ignored, With a whistle and a puff, they carried dreams, Through the bustling cities and the quiet streams. Across the Carolinas and the old blue skies, The Southern Railway watched as the sun would rise, With names like “Crescent” and the “Pelican” too, They wrote a history old and true. **(Chorus)** Oh, Southern Railway, rolling through the night, From the smoky mountains to the shining light, Steel wheels turning, hearts are yearning, For the stories in the freight and the fires burning. **(Bridge)** Through the Great Depression, through the darkest days, They held the line in their own rugged ways, With every mile, they paved the road of hope, For the dreams of a nation, they'd never mope. Now the engines rest, but their legacy stays, In the tracks and the tales of those golden days, From the steam and the smoke to the electric dawn, The Southern Railway’s spirit carries on. **(Chorus)** Oh, Southern Railway, rolling through the night, From the smoky mountains to the shining light, Steel wheels turning, hearts are yearning, For the stories in the freight and the fires burning. **(Outro)** So raise a toast to the iron and the rails, To the countless journeys and the endless trails, Southern Railway, may your memory be bright, As you ride the rails of history’s light.