Wabash Cannonball

From the great

Atlantic ocean to the wide

Pacific shore

The green old flowing mountains to the south down by the moor

She's mighty tall and handsome she's know quite well by all

Regular combination on the

Wabash Cannonball

Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar

As she glides along the woodland o'er the hills and by the shore

Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear the lonesome hobo's call

As you travel across the country on the

Wabash Cannonball (break)

Oh the eastern states are dandy so the people always say

From New York to

St. Louis and

Chicago by the way

To the hills of

Minnesota where them rippling waters fall

No changes can be taken on the

Wabash Cannonball (break)

Here's to

Daddy Claxton may his name forever stand

In the hills of

Tennessee and in the courts throughout the land

When his earthly race are over and them curtains round him fall

Would we take him home to

Dixy on the

Wabash Cannonball

I went down from

Birmingham one cold

December day

When she pulled into that station you could hear them people say

There's a fellow from

Tennessee, boys, he's long and he's tall

He came down from

Alabamon the

Wabash Cannonball

Oh listen to that jingle, the rumble and the roar

As she glides along the woodland o'er hills and by the shore

Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear the lonesome hobo's call

You're travelling through the jungle on the

Wabash Cannonball