Wabash Cannonball

From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
 The green old flowing mountains to the south down by the moor
 She's mighty tall and handsome she's know quite well by all
 Regular combination 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 the lonesome hobo's call
 As you travel across the country on the Wabash Cannonball
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 Oh the eastern states are dandy so the people always say
 From New York to St. Louis and Chicago by the way
 To the hills of Minnesota where them rippling waters fall
 No changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball
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 Here's to Daddy Claxton may his name forever stand
 In the hills of Tennessee and in the courts throughout the land
 When his earthly race are over and them curtains round him fall
 Would we take him home to Dixy on the Wabash Cannonball
 I went down from Birmingham one cold December day
 When she pulled into that station you could hear them people say
 There's a fellow from Tennessee, boys, he's long and he's tall
 He came down from Alabamon the Wabash Cannonball
 Oh listen to that jingle, the rumble and the roar
 As she glides along the woodland o'er hills and by the shore
 Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear the lonesome hobo's call
 You're travelling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball