Doc Watson - Wabash Cannonball lyrics

From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore

The green old flowing mountains to the south down by the moor

She's mighty tall and handsome she's know quite well by all

Regular combination on the Wabash Cannonball

Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar

As she glides along the woodland o'er the hills and by the shore

Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear the lonesome hobo's call

As you travel across the country on the Wabash Cannonball

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Oh the eastern states are dandy so the people always say

From New York to St. Louis and Chicago by the way

To the hills of Minnesota where them rippling waters fall

No changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball

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Here's to Daddy Claxton may his name forever stand

In the hills of Tennessee and in the courts throughout the land

When his earthly race are over and them curtains round him fall

Would we take him home to Dixy on the Wabash Cannonball

I went down from Birmingham one cold December day

When she pulled into that station you could hear them people say

There's a fellow from Tennessee, boys, he's long and he's tall

He came down from Alabamon the Wabash Cannonball

Oh listen to that jingle, the rumble and the roar

As she glides along the woodland o'er hills and by the shore

Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear the lonesome hobo's call

You're travelling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball