Wabash Cannonball

(A.P. Carter - William Kindt)

From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the green New Hampshire mountains to the southland's cajun lore
She's streamlined and she's welcome by the train and one and all
She's a railroad institution called the Wabash Cannonball.

Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she rolls on down the mountains from the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear those lonesome whistle's call
Hear the mingle with the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball.

She came down from Birmingham one cold December day
As she rolled into the station you could hear the people say
There's a girl from Tennessee she's long and she's tall
She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball.

Eastern states are dandy so the western people say
From Pittsburg to St Louis and Cincinnati by the way
From the hills of Minnesotta where the wrippling waters fall
The flatlands of New Jersey on the Wabash Cannonball.

We'll drink a toast to Casey Jones may his name forever stand
He's built a reputation with the railroads of our land
His final run is over now all the curtains fall
We'll carry him back to Dixie on the Wabash Cannonball.

Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she rolls on down the mountains from the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear those lonesome whistle's call
Hear the mingle with the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball...