The Wabash Cannonball (Live)

From the great Atlantic ocean, to the white Pacific shore
To the green a-flowin' mountains, by the south, built by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear that lonesome hobo squall
We're riding through to Dixie 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 ripplin' waters fall
Some changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball

Well, listen to the jingle, the rumble, and the roar
As she glides along the woodland, by the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear that lonesome hobo squall
We're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball

She rolled into Birmingham one cold December day
As she pulled into the station, you could hear all the people say
There's a gal out there from Texas, she's long and she's tall
She's a combination on the Wabash Cannonball

Well, listen to the jingle, the rumble, and the roar
As she glides along the woodland, by the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear that lonesome hobo squall
We're traveling through to Dixie on the Wabash Cannonball

Well, here's to daddy Claxton, may his name forever stand
And always be remembered throughout this great land
His earthly race is over, and we'll bury him to the drawl
We'll carry him up to Heaven on the Wabash Cannonball

Well, listen to the jingle, the rumble, and the roar
As she glides along the woodland, by the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear that lonesome hobo squall
We're traveling through to Dixie on the Wabash Cannonball

We're riding through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball