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