Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland, through the hills
and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo squall
Your travelin through the jungles on the Wabash Cannonball.
VERSE ONE:
she's mighty tall and handsome and known quite well by all
She's the combination, on the Wabash Cannonball.
VERSE TWO:
She came down from Birmingham, one cold December day
as she rolled into the station , you could hear all the people say.
there’s a girl form Tennessee , she’s long and she’s tall
She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball
Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland, through the hills
and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo squall
Your travelin through the jungles on the Wabash Cannonball.
Our Eastern states are dandy, so the people always say
To the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall
No chances will be taken on the Wabash Cannonball.
VERSE FOUR:
Here's to daddy Claxton, may his name forever stand
And always be remembered ‘round the courts of Alabam
His earthy race is over and the curtain round him fall
He'll be carried home to victory on the Wabash Cannonball.
CHORUS:
Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland, through the hills
and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo squall
Your travelin through the jungles on the Wabash Cannonball.
Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland, through the hills
and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo squall
Your travelin through the jungles on the Wabash Cannonball.