From the Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore From the green old flowing mountains to the south along the shore mighty 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 o'er the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the hobo's call As you across the country on that Wabash Cannonball
Well, the states are dandy, most people always say From New York to St. Louis and old by the way To the hills of Minnesota where them rippling waters No changes need be taken on that Wabash
Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the 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 across the country on that Cannonball
to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever stand In the hills of Tennessee many places the land When his race are over and them curtains 'round him fall him back to Dixie on that Wabash Cannonball
We came down to Nashville on a November day As we rolled into that station I somebody say There's a boy from Carolina, wide and fat and tall They came down to pick us a few, rode the Wabash Cannonball
Listen to that jingle, the rumble and the As she glides along the woodland o'er 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