From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
She climbs flowery mountain, o’r hills and by the shore
She’s mighty tall and handsome, and she’s known quite well by all
You can set your watch to – the Wabash Cannonball.
Verse:
Oh, the Eastern states are dandy, so the Western people say
Chicago, Rock Island, St. Louis by the way
To the lakes of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall
No changes to be taken on the Wabash Cannonball.
Chorus:
Oh, listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland, o’r hills and by the shore
She climbs the flowery mountain, hear the merry hobos squall
She glides along the woodland, the Wabash Cannonball.
Oh, here’s to daddy Cleaton, let his name forever be
And long be remembered in the courts of Tennessee
For he is a good old rounder till the curtain ’round him fall
He’ll be carried back to victory on the Wabash Cannonball.
I have rode the I.C. Limited, also the Royal Blue
Across the Eastern countries on Elkhorn Number Two
I have rode those highball trains from coast to coast that’s all
But I have found no equal to the Wabash Cannonball.
Chorus:
Oh, listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland, o’r hills and by the shore
She climbs the flowery mountain, hear the merry hobos squall
She glides along the woodland, the Wabash Cannonball.
Another verse
She came down from Birmingham on a cold December day
As she pulled into the station you could hear all the people say
There’s a gal from Birmingham, She’s long and she’s tall
She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball.