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