 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
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