From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
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From the queen of flowing mountains to the southbelt by the shore
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She's mighty tall and handsome, and known quite well by all
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She's the combination on the Wabash Cannonball
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She came down from Birmingham one cold December day
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As she rolled into the station you could hear all the people say
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There's a girl from Tennessee she's long and she's tall
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She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball
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Ah buddy now - [ steel ]
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Our eastern states are dandy so the people always say
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From New York to St Louis and Chicago by the way
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From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall
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No changes can be taken on that Wabash Cannonball
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Here's to daddy Claxton may his name forever stand
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And always be remembered round the ports of Alabam
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His earthly race is over and the curtains round him fall
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We'll carry him home to Vict'ry on the Wabash Cannonball
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[ guitar ]
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Now listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
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As she glides along the woodlands through the hills and by the shore
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Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear those lonesome hobo squall
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You're trav'ling through the jungles on the Wabash Cannonball
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Wabash Cannonball
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| Ernest Tubb |
