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