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From the great |
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Atlantic ocean to the wide |
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Pacific shore |
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The green old flowing mountains to the south down by the moor |
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She's mighty tall and handsome she's know quite well by all |
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Regular combination on the |
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Wabash Cannonball |
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Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar |
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As she glides along the woodland o'er the hills and by the shore |
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Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear the lonesome hobo's call |
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As you travel across the country on the |
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Wabash Cannonball (break) |
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Oh the eastern states are dandy so the people always say |
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From New York to |
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St. Louis and |
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Chicago by the way |
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To the hills of |
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Minnesota where them rippling waters fall |
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No changes can be taken on the |
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Wabash Cannonball (break) |
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Here's to |
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Daddy Claxton may his name forever stand |
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In the hills of |
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Tennessee and in the courts throughout the land |
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When his earthly race are over and them curtains round him fall |
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Would we take him home to |
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Dixy on the |
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Wabash Cannonball |
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I went down from |
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Birmingham one cold |
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December day |
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When she pulled into that station you could hear them people say |
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There's a fellow from |
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Tennessee, boys, he's long and he's tall |
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He came down from |
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Alabamon the |
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Wabash Cannonball |
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Oh listen to that jingle, the rumble and the roar |
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As she glides along the woodland o'er hills and by the shore |
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Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear the lonesome hobo's call |
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You're travelling through the jungle on the |
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Wabash Cannonball |
