| 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 |