From the great Atlantic to the wide Pacific shore From the green old flowing mountains to the south along the shore She's mighty tall and handsome, known quite well by all The regular combination on Wabash 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 rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo's As you ramble across the country on 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 Minnesota where them rippling fall No changes need be taken on Wabash Cannonball
Listen to the jingle, the and the roar As she along the woodland o'er the hills and by the shore the mighty rush 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 name stand In the hills of Tennessee places throughout the land When his earthly race are over and them curtains him fall him back to Dixie on that Wabash Cannonball
We came to Nashville on a warm November day As we rolled into station I heard somebody say There's a boy 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 glides the woodland o'er hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo's As you ramble across the country on that Cannonball