From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific shore,
From the green of growing mountains to the South Belt by the shore,
She's mighty tall and handsome and known quite well by all,
She's a combination on the Wabash Cannonball.
She came down from Birminham one cold December day
As she rolled into the station you could hear all the people say
Theirs a girl from Tennessee she's long and she's tall
She came down from Birmingham
On the Wabash Cannonball.
Our eastern states are dandy so the people always say,
From New York to St Louis and Chicago by the way.
From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall,
No changes can be taken on that Wabash Cannonball.
Here's to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever stand,
And always be remembered 'round the courts of Alabam.
His earthly race is over, and the curtains 'round him fall;
We'll carry him home to victory 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 hobos call
You're traveling through the jungles on the Wabash Cannonball
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