Songs For My Own Enjoyment: Wabash Cannonball



Wabash Cannonball
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From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore  
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From the green and flowing mountains  
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through the hills and by the shore  
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She's mighty tall and handsome and known quite well by all  
    A7                                      D     
She is the combination on the Wabash Cannon-ball  
   
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She came down from Birmingham one cold December day  
       A7                                                D    
As she rolled into the station you could hear the people say  
D                                                      G     
This train's a wondrous vision, she is long and she is tall  
    A7                                        D     
She came from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannon-ball  
   
D                                                 G    
Our eastern states are dandy so the people always say  
     A7                                      D    
From New York to St Louis and Chicago by the way  
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From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall  
   A7                                         D     
No changes can be taken on that Wabash Cannon-ball  
   
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Here's to Daddy Claxton may hisname forever  stand  
    A7                                          D     
And always be remembered round the ports of Ala-bam'  
D                                                    G     
His earthly race is over and the curtains 'round him fall  
      A7                                             D     
We'll carry him home to Vict'ry on the Wabash Cannon-ball  
   
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Now listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar  
       A7                                                      D      
As she glides along the woodlands through the hills and by the shore  
D                                                       G     
Hear the mighty rushing engine, hear the lonesome hobos call  
       A7                                                 D     
You're traveling through the jungles on the Wabash Cannon-ball  
   

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