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  • From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific shore
    From the green and flowery mountains to the south belt by the shore
    She's mighty tall and handsome, she's known quite well by all
    She's a modern combination called the Wabash Cannon Ball

    Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
    As she glides along the woodlands, over hills and by the shore
    Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call
    Traveling through the jungles on the Wabash Cannon Ball

    Oh the Eastern States are dandy, so the Western people say
    From New York to Chicago, and Rock Island by the way
    From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall
    No chances to be taken on the Wabash Cannon Ball

    Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
    As she glides along the woodlands, over hills and by the shore
    Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call
    Travelling through the jungles on the Wabash Cannon Ball

    I rode the IC Limited, also the Royal Blue
    Across the Eastern counties on the Elkhorn number two
    I rode these highball trains from coast to coast, and that's all
    But I have found no equal to the Wabash Cannon Ball

    Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
    As she glides along the woodlands, over hills and by the shore
    Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call
    Travelling through the jungles on the Wabash Cannon Ball

    Here's to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever be
    Always be remembered in the courts of Tennessee
    His earthly race is over now, the curtains round him fall
    They're carrying him home to victory on the Wabash Cannon Ball

    Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
    As she glides along the woodlands, over hills and by the shore
    Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call
    Traveling through the jungles on the Wabash Cannon Ball
  • From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific shore
    From the green and flowery mountains to the south belt by the shore
    She's mighty tall and handsome, she's known quite well by all
    She's a modern combination called the Wabash Cannon Ball

    Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
    As she glides along the woodlands, over hills and by the shore
    Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call
    Traveling through the jungles on the Wabash Cannon Ball

    Oh the Eastern States are dandy, so the Western people say
    From New York to Chicago, and Rock Island by the way
    From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall
    No chances to be taken on the Wabash Cannon Ball

    Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
    As she glides along the woodlands, over hills and by the shore
    Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call
    Travelling through the jungles on the Wabash Cannon Ball

    I rode the IC Limited, also the Royal Blue
    Across the Eastern counties on the Elkhorn number two
    I rode these highball trains from coast to coast, and that's all
    But I have found no equal to the Wabash Cannon Ball

    Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
    As she glides along the woodlands, over hills and by the shore
    Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call
    Travelling through the jungles on the Wabash Cannon Ball

    Here's to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever be
    Always be remembered in the courts of Tennessee
    His earthly race is over now, the curtains round him fall
    They're carrying him home to victory on the Wabash Cannon Ball

    Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
    As she glides along the woodlands, over hills and by the shore
    Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call
    Traveling through the jungles on the Wabash Cannon Ball