From the great Atlantic ocean to the Pacific shore From the green old flowing mountains to the down along the shore mighty tall and handsome, she's known quite well by all The regular combination 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, hear the hobo's call As you ramble 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 rippling waters fall No changes need be taken on that Cannonball
to the jingle, the rumble and the roar As she along the woodland o'er the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome call As you ramble the country 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 over and them curtains him fall [Incomprehensible] him back to Dixie on Wabash Cannonball
We came down to on a warm November day As we rolled into station I heard somebody say a boy from Carolina, they're wide and fat and tall They down to pick us a few, they rode the Wabash Cannonball
Listen to that jingle, the rumble and the As she along the woodland o'er 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 Wabash