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
