Wabash Cannonball

From out the wide Pacific
 to the broad Atlantic shore
 From the gray and flowing mountains
 to Bell Harbor by the moor
 She's mighty tall and handsome
 and known quite well by all.
 She's a combination
 on the Wabash Cannonball.
 Listen to the jingle and the rumble and the roar
 as she glides along the woodlands,
 through the hills and by the shore.
 Hear the mighty rush of the engine
 hear the lonesome hobos snore
 while a'rattlin' through the jungles
 on the Wabash cannonball.
 Our Eastern states are dandies
 so the people always say
 From New York to St. Louis and Chicago
 by the way.
 From the streams of minnesota where
 the rippling waters fall.
 No changes can be taken
 on the Wabash Cannonball.
 Listen to the jingle and the rumble and the roar
 as she glides along the woodlands,
 through the hills and by the shore.
 Hear the mighty rush of the engine
 hear the lonesome hobos snore
 while a'rattlin' through the jungles
 on the Wabash cannonball.
 She came down from Birmingham
 one cold December day
 As she rolled into the station
 you could hear the people say
 There's a girl from Tennessee
 she's long and she's tall
 She came down from Birmingham
 on the Wabash Cannonball.
 Listen to the jingle and the rumble and the roar
 as she glides along the woodlands,
 through the hills and by the shore.
 Hear the mighty rush of the engine
 hear the lonesome hobos snore
 while a'rattlin' through the jungles
 on the Wabash cannonball.
 Here the mighty locomotive man
 his name forever stands
 He'll always be remembered
 throughout this promised land.
 His earthly race is over
 and the curtains round him fall.
 We'll carry him to victory
 on the Wabash Cannonball.
 Listen to the jingle and the rumble and the roar
 as she glides along the woodlands,
 through the hills and by the shore.
 Hear the mighty rush of the engine
 hear the lonesome hobos snore
 while a'rattlin' through the jungles
 on the Wabash cannonball.