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