From the great ocean to the wide Pacific shore From the green old flowing to the south down along the shore She's tall and handsome, she's known quite well by all The regular combination on that Cannonball
to the jingle, the rumble and the roar As she glides along the woodland o'er the hills and by the Hear the rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call As you ramble across the on that Wabash Cannonball
Well, the eastern states are dandy, most always say From New York to St. Louis and old by the way To the hills of where them rippling waters fall No changes need be taken on that 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 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 places throughout the land When his earthly race are and them curtains 'round him fall [Incomprehensible] him back to Dixie on that Cannonball
We came down to on a warm November day As we rolled that station I heard somebody say a boy from 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 and the roar As she glides along the woodland hills and by the shore the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call As you ramble across the country on Wabash Cannonball