From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the green and flowing mountains to the south belt 
by the shore
She's mighty tall and handsome, and known quite well by 
all
She's the combination known as the Wabash Cannon Ball

Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodlands, o'er the hills and 
by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear that lonesome 
hobo squall
You're travelling through the jungles on the Wabash 
Cannon Ball

She came down from Birmingham, one cold December day
As she rolled into the station, you could hear all the 
people say
There's a girl from Tennessee, she's long and she's 
tall
She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball

Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
as she glides along the woodland, o'er the hills and by 
the shore
hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear that lonesome 
hobo squall
you're travelling through the jungles on the Wabash 

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 that Wabash Cannon Ball

Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland, o'er the hills and by 
the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear that lonesome 
hobo squall
You're travelling through the jungles on the Wabash 
Cannon Ball

Here's to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever stand
And always be remembered 'round the courts of Alabam'
His earthly race is over and the curtains 'round him 
fall
We'll carry him home to victory on the Wabash Cannon 
Ball

Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland, o'er the hills and by 
the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear that lonesome 
hobo squall
You're travelling through the jungles on the Wabash 
Cannon Ball