Вступление
[Verse]
From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific shore,
To the green old flow'ring mountains, to the ice-bound Labrador
She's long and tall and handsome and known quite well to all.
She's the modern combination called the Wabash Cannonball.
[Chorus]
So listen to the jingle, the jumble and the roar
as she glides along the woodlands, through the hills and by the shore.
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, and the lonesome hoboes squall,
While riding through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball.
[Verse]
She came in from Birmingham on a cold and frosty day.
As she rolled into the station, you could hear the people say,
"There’s a gal out there form Tennessee, she’s long, boy, and tall.
She's the modern combination called the Wabash Cannonball."
[Chorus]
So listen to the jingle, the jumble and the roar
as she glides along the woodlands, through the hills and by the shore.
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, and the lonesome hoboes squall,
While riding through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball.
[Verse]
Now the Eastern states are dandy, so the all the people say,
From New York to Saint Louis and Chicago by the way,
From the lakes of Minnehaha where the laughing waters fall,
No change in standard gauging on the Wabash Cannonball.
[Chorus]
So listen to the jingle, the jumble and the roar
as she glides along the woodlands, through the hills and by the shore.
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, and the lonesome hoboes squall,
While riding through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball.