The Queen and Crescent

Headed out on 43 in the year of ‘26
Pulling Pullmans and a dining car
Rolling through the towns and flying through the sticks
You could hear her whistle blowing near and far

To me it seemed the engineer
Was the noblest profession
Guiding cars along the track
Through the great depression
Nothing in my memory
Is ever quite so pleasant
Than riding in my mind
On the Queen and Crescent

Headed South from Cincinnati all through the Commonwealth
Across the grade and into Tennessee
Coming through the depot down on Main and twelfth
Steaming all the way to New Orleans

To me it seemed the engineer
Was the noblest profession
Guiding cars along the track
Through the great depression
Nothing in my memory
Is ever quite so pleasant
Than riding in my mind
On the Queen and Crescent

She went all through the war till the year of 49
Till she was finally running out of steam
Now all that’s left’s a dream rolling down the line
Of golden trim on fine Virginia green

To me it seemed the engineer
Was the noblest profession
Guiding cars along the track
Through the great depression
Nothing in my memory
Is ever quite so pleasant
Than riding in my mind
On the Queen and Crescent
Riding in my mind
On the Queen and Crescent