Out from the wide Pacific to the broad Atlantic shore She climbs flowery mountains, over hills and by the shore Although she's tall and handsome and she's known quite well by all She's a regular combination of the Wabash Cannonball 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 Oh, listen to the jingle, the rumor and the roar As she glides along the woodlands, over hills and by the shore She climbs the flowery mountains, hear the merrier hobo squall She glides along the woodlands, the Wabash Cannonball Oh, here's old Daddy Cleton, 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 mail car 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 Oh, listen to the jingle the rumor and the roar As she glides along the woodlands, over hills and by the shore She climbs the flowery mountains, hear the merrier hobo squall She glides along the woodlands, the Wabash Cannonball
Out from the wide Pacific to the broad Atlantic shore She climbs flowery mountains, over hills and by the shore Although she's tall and handsome and she's known quite well by all She's a regular combination of the Wabash Cannonball 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 Oh, listen to the jingle, the rumor and the roar As she glides along the woodlands, over hills and by the shore She climbs the flowery mountains, hear the merrier hobo squall She glides along the woodlands, the Wabash Cannonball Oh, here's old Daddy Cleton, 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 mail car 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 Oh, listen to the jingle the rumor and the roar As she glides along the woodlands, over hills and by the shore She climbs the flowery mountains, hear the merrier hobo squall She glides along the woodlands, the Wabash Cannonball
