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