(Alvin Pleasant Carter)
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Oh, from the great Atlantic ocean to the wide pacific shore,
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From the green ol¡¯ glowing mountains to the hills of Labrador
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She¡¯s long and tall and handsome, she¡¯s known quite well by all,
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She¡¯s the combination called the Wabash Cannonball.
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She pulled in from Birmingham one cold December day,
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Pulled into the station, you could hear the people say,
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¡°There¡¯s a girl on there from Tennessee, she¡¯s long and she¡¯s tall,
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She come in from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball.¡±
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Oh, listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
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As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore.
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Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hoboes call
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Riding through the jungles on the Wabash Cannonball.
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Whew-ew!
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Now Eastern states are dandy, so the Western people say,
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From New York to Chicago, St. Louis by the way
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And up in Minnesota where the rippling waters fall
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No chances can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball.
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Here¡¯s to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever stand,
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May it always be remembered throughout all the land
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His earthly race is over and the curtains round him fall
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But we¡¯ll carry him home to victory on the Wabash Cannonball.
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Oh, listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
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As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore.
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Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hoboes call
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Riding through the jungles on the Wabash Cannonball.
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Whew-ew!
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Wabash Cannonball
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| Kinky Friedman |
