From the great ocean to the wide Pacific shore From the green old mountains to the south down along the shore She's mighty tall and handsome, she's known quite by all The regular combination on that Cannonball
to the jingle, the rumble 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 glides along the woodland o'er the and by the shore Hear the rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call As you ramble across the on that Wabash Cannonball
Here's to Daddy Claxton, may his forever stand In the hills of Tennessee many places throughout the When his earthly are over and them curtains 'round him fall [Incomprehensible] him back to Dixie on that Wabash
We came to Nashville on a warm November day As we rolled into that station I heard say There's a boy from Carolina, they're wide and fat and They came down to pick us a few, they rode the Wabash
Listen to jingle, the rumble and the roar As she glides along the o'er hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the hobo's call As you ramble across the country on Wabash Cannonball