Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar as she glides along the woodland 
ore the hills and by the shore 
hear the rush of the mighty engine hear the lonesome hobos call 
he's riding through the jungle on the Wabash cannon ball 

now the western states are dandies so the southern people say from Chicago 
and St. Louis 
and Peoria by the way 
to the lake of Minnesota where the rippling waters flow no chances to be 
taken on 
the Wabash cannon ball 

she pulled in to the station one cold December day 
as she rolled up to the platform you could hear all the people say 
now theirs a gal from Birmingham she's long and she's tall she came down 
from Georgia 
on the Wabash cannon ball 

now heres to daddy claxton may his name forever stand 
and always be remembered in the courts of all the land 
his earthly race is over and as the curtain falls 
we'll carry him back to Dixie on the Wabash cannon ball 
Wabash Cannonball