(A.P. Carter - William Kindt)
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the queen of flowin' mountains to the south bells by the shore
She's mighty tall and handsome and known quite well by all
She's the combination of 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 trav'ling 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 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.
--- Instrumental ---
Here's to daddy Claxton may his name forever stand
And always be remembered in the courts of Alabam
His earthly race is over and the curtains round him fall
We'll carry him home to Vict'ry 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 trav'ling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball...
