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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
Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear those lonesome hoboes call
We're riding thru to Dixie on the Wabash Cannonball
Oh the eastern states are dandy so the people always say
From NY to St Louis and Chicago by the way
To the hills of Missesota where the rippling waters fall
No changes will be taken 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 to Dixie on the Wabash Cannonball
Break
Well she came down from Birmingham one cold December day
As she pulled into the station you could hear all the people say
Theres a gal boyz from Texas she's long and she's tall
Shes the combination of 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
We're traveling through to Dixie on the Wabash Cannonball
Well here's to Daddy Claxton may his name forever stand
And always be remembered throughout this great land
When his earthly race is over and the curtains round him fall
We'll carry him up to heaven 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
We're traveling through to Dixie on the Wabash Cannonball
Yeah we're traveling thru the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball