From the Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore From the green old flowing to the south down along the shore She's mighty and handsome, she's known quite well by all The combination on that Wabash Cannonball
Listen to the jingle, the and the roar As she glides along the woodland the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call As you across the country on that Wabash Cannonball
Well, the states are dandy, most people always say New York to St. Louis and old Chicago by the way To the of Minnesota where them rippling waters fall No changes need be on that Wabash Cannonball
Listen to the jingle, the and the roar As she glides along the woodland o'er the hills and by the the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call As you ramble the country on that Wabash Cannonball
to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever stand In the hills of Tennessee places throughout the land When his earthly race are over and them curtains him fall [Incomprehensible] him back to Dixie on Wabash Cannonball
We down to Nashville on a warm November day As we rolled into that station I 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 that jingle, the and the roar As she glides the woodland o'er hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome call As you ramble across the country on Wabash Cannonball