From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific the green old flowing mountains to the south down along the shore She's mighty tall and handsome, known quite well by all The combination on that Wabash Cannonball
to the jingle, the rumble and the roar As she along the woodland o'er the hills and by the shore Hear the rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call As you ramble across the country on that Wabash
Well, the eastern are dandy, most people always say From New to St. Louis and old Chicago by the way To the hills of Minnesota where them rippling fall No changes need be taken on that Cannonball
to the jingle, the rumble and the roar As she glides along the woodland o'er the and by the shore Hear the rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call As you across the country on that Wabash Cannonball
Here's to Daddy Claxton, may his name stand In the hills of Tennessee many throughout the land his earthly race are over and them curtains 'round him fall [Incomprehensible] him back to Dixie on Wabash Cannonball
We down to Nashville on a warm November day As we into that station I heard somebody say There's a boy from Carolina, they're and fat and tall came down to pick us a few, they rode the Wabash Cannonball
Listen to jingle, the rumble and the roar As she along the woodland o'er hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine, the lonesome hobo's call As you ramble across the country on that Cannonball