Wabash cannonball
T: William Kindt (1904)
M: ?
From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wild Pacific shore
From sunny California to ice-bound Labrador
She's mighty tall and handsome, she's known quite well by all
She's the 'boes accommodation on the Wabash Cannonball
Listen to the jingle, the rumble, and the roar
As she glides along the woodlands, through hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear those lonesome hoboes call
While traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball
This train, she runs to Memphis, Mattoon, and Mexico
She rolls through East St. Louis and she never does it slow
As she flies through Colorado, she gives an awful squawl
They tell her by the whistle, 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
Now here's to Boston Blackey, may his name forever stand
And always be remembered by the 'boes throughout the land
His earthly days are over and the curtains round him fall
We'll carry him home to victory on the Wabash Cannonball
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From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore,
She climbs a flowery mountains, o'er the hills and by the shore.
She's mighty tall and handsome, she's known quite well by all,
She's a regular combination 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 those lonesome hoboes call
Traveling through the jungle on, the Wabash Cannonball
Well she came down from Birmingham one cold December day
As she pulled into the station you could hear all the people say
She's from Tennessee she's long and she's tall
She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball
Listen to the jinglG....
Here's to daddy Claxton may his name forever stand
And always be remembered in the courts throughout the land
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...
As she glides along the woodland o'er the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear those lonesome hoboes call
Traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball
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