WABASH CANNONBALL

(A.P. Carter - William Kindt)

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From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore

From the queen of the flowing mountains to the southbells by the shore

She's mighty tall and handsome and known quite well by all

She's a regular combination on the Wabash Cannonball

Listen to the jingle to the rumble and the roar

As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore

Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear that lonesome hoboes call

You're travelin' through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball

She came down from Birmingham one cold December day

As she rolled into the station you could hear all the people say

Now there's a gal from Tennessee she's long and she's tall

She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball

Our eastern states are dandy so the people always say

From New York to St Louis and Chicago by the way

From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall

No changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball

Here's to daddy Claxton may his name forever stand

And long to be remembered round the ports of Alabam

His earthly race is over and the curtains round him fall

We'll carry him home to Dixie on the Wabash Cannonball

Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar

As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore

Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear that lonesome hoboes call

You're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball