From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore

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

Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear the lonesome hoboes squall

They're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball

She came down from Birmingham one cold December day

As she pulled into the station you could hear all them people say

There's a gal 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 through the hills and by the shore

Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear the lonesome hoboes squall

They're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball

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Well the eastern states are dandy so the people always say

From New York to St Louis and Chicago by the way

From the hills of Minnesotta where the wrippling waters fall

No changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball

Listen to the jingle...