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