From the great Atlantic ocean to the Pacific shore the green old flowing mountains to the south down along the shore She's tall and handsome, she's known quite well by all The combination on that Wabash Cannonball
Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the As she along the woodland o'er the hills and by the shore 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, people always say From New York to St. and old Chicago 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 the woodland o'er the hills and by the shore 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 forever In the hills of Tennessee many places 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 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 Cannonball
Listen to that jingle, the and the roar As she glides along the woodland hills and by the shore Hear the rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call As you ramble across the country on Wabash Cannonball