Song | Wabash Cannonball |
Artist | The Carter Family |
Album | Wildwood Flower |
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Out from the wide Pacific to the broad Atlantic shore | |
She climbs flowery mountains over hills and by the shore | |
Although she's tall and handsome and she’s known quite well by all | |
She's a regular combination of the Wabash Cannonball | |
Oh, the eastern states are dandy, so the western people say | |
Chicago, Rock Island, St. Louis by the way | |
To the lakes of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall | |
No changes to be taken on the Wabash Cannonball | |
Oh, listen to the jingle | |
The rumble and the roar | |
As she glides along the woodlands | |
Over hills and by the shore | |
She climbs the flowery mountains | |
Hear the merry hobos squall | |
She glides along the woodlands | |
The Wabash Cannonball | |
Oh, here's Old Daddy Cleton, let his name forever be | |
And long be remembered in the ports of Tennessee | |
For he is a good old rounder till the curtain round him fall | |
He'll be carried back to victory on the Wabash Cannonball | |
I have rode the I.C. Limited, also the Royal Blue | |
Across the eastern countries on mail car number two | |
I have rode those highball trains from coast to coast that's all | |
But I have found no equal to the Wabash Cannonball | |
Oh, Listen to the jingle | |
The rumble and the roar | |
As she glides along the woodlands | |
Over hills and by the shore | |
She climbs the flowery mountains | |
Hear the merry hobo squall | |
She glides along the woodlands | |
The Wabash Cannonball | |
(Instrumental break) |
Out from the wide Pacific to the broad Atlantic shore | |
She climbs flowery mountains over hills and by the shore | |
Although she' s tall and handsome and she' s known quite well by all | |
She' s a regular combination of the Wabash Cannonball | |
Oh, the eastern states are dandy, so the western people say | |
Chicago, Rock Island, St. Louis by the way | |
To the lakes of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall | |
No changes to be taken on the Wabash Cannonball | |
Oh, listen to the jingle | |
The rumble and the roar | |
As she glides along the woodlands | |
Over hills and by the shore | |
She climbs the flowery mountains | |
Hear the merry hobos squall | |
She glides along the woodlands | |
The Wabash Cannonball | |
Oh, here' s Old Daddy Cleton, let his name forever be | |
And long be remembered in the ports of Tennessee | |
For he is a good old rounder till the curtain round him fall | |
He' ll be carried back to victory on the Wabash Cannonball | |
I have rode the I. C. Limited, also the Royal Blue | |
Across the eastern countries on mail car number two | |
I have rode those highball trains from coast to coast that' s all | |
But I have found no equal to the Wabash Cannonball | |
Oh, Listen to the jingle | |
The rumble and the roar | |
As she glides along the woodlands | |
Over hills and by the shore | |
She climbs the flowery mountains | |
Hear the merry hobo squall | |
She glides along the woodlands | |
The Wabash Cannonball | |
Instrumental break |
Out from the wide Pacific to the broad Atlantic shore | |
She climbs flowery mountains over hills and by the shore | |
Although she' s tall and handsome and she' s known quite well by all | |
She' s a regular combination of the Wabash Cannonball | |
Oh, the eastern states are dandy, so the western people say | |
Chicago, Rock Island, St. Louis by the way | |
To the lakes of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall | |
No changes to be taken on the Wabash Cannonball | |
Oh, listen to the jingle | |
The rumble and the roar | |
As she glides along the woodlands | |
Over hills and by the shore | |
She climbs the flowery mountains | |
Hear the merry hobos squall | |
She glides along the woodlands | |
The Wabash Cannonball | |
Oh, here' s Old Daddy Cleton, let his name forever be | |
And long be remembered in the ports of Tennessee | |
For he is a good old rounder till the curtain round him fall | |
He' ll be carried back to victory on the Wabash Cannonball | |
I have rode the I. C. Limited, also the Royal Blue | |
Across the eastern countries on mail car number two | |
I have rode those highball trains from coast to coast that' s all | |
But I have found no equal to the Wabash Cannonball | |
Oh, Listen to the jingle | |
The rumble and the roar | |
As she glides along the woodlands | |
Over hills and by the shore | |
She climbs the flowery mountains | |
Hear the merry hobo squall | |
She glides along the woodlands | |
The Wabash Cannonball | |
Instrumental break |