The story of Old Smokey
I am your narrator and that is oh goody
I was a young boy living in what I call the Kentucky stripe
It was Blue Creek, a river near my home within a Log Cabin
But always in the distance, I often saw a puff of dark smoke with the engine moving sound
Well it was Old Smokey being New Orleans bound
It all including its Pullman passenger cars
Yes it was Old smokey coming through
I would often stand by the railroad tracks, and as Old Smokey passed, the Engineer would always wave
But through the engine noise, The Engineer would shout, “You Behave”

But one seeing the dark engine black smoke would think it was storm clouds coming
However, it was only Old Smokey throughout the community that “Old Smokey has arrived”
Yet, there was one time we didn’t have a railroad through our town called “Cotton Gulch”
It was a town stopped by Stage coaches with blisters to the **** and being sore
Well stage coaches weren’t actually what travelers wanted to explore
But what choice did citizens have?
The Mayor Hatton wanted a railroad coming and stopping at Cotton Gulch
He also wanted freight trains that would bring money to the town
Well the Cotton Gulch Mayor, Governor, Railroad Company and a Representative from the Federal Government had a meeting in how this railroad would be constructed
History was made, and in 1802, the railroad was officially opened and Old Smokey would be the name puffing down the tracks
Town after town would have railing with the countryside being the trailing
Old Smokey bound with the choo choo sound
Old Smokey captured my heart, but heritage with a past, and acceleration in being fast.