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