From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide shore From the green old flowing mountains to the south down the shore She's mighty tall and handsome, she's quite well by all The regular combination on Wabash Cannonball
to the jingle, the rumble and the roar As she glides along the woodland o'er the hills and by the Hear the mighty of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call As you ramble across the country on Wabash Cannonball
Well, the eastern states are dandy, most people say From New York to St. and old Chicago by the way To the hills of where them rippling waters fall No changes need be taken on Wabash Cannonball
Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the As she glides along the woodland the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome call As you ramble the country on that Wabash Cannonball
Here's to Claxton, may his name forever stand In the hills of Tennessee places throughout the land When his earthly race are over and them 'round him fall [Incomprehensible] him back to on that Wabash Cannonball
We came to Nashville on a warm November day As we rolled that station I heard somebody say There's a boy from Carolina, they're and fat and tall They came down to us a few, they rode the Wabash Cannonball
Listen to that jingle, the rumble and the As she glides the woodland o'er hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the hobo's call As you ramble the country on that Wabash Cannonball