From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
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From the green and flowin' mountains
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To the south lands by the shore
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She's mighty tall and handsome known quite well by all
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She's a combination called Wabash Cannonball
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Well' she came down from Birmingham one cold December day
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As she pulled into the station
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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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Well' 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 the Wabash Cannonball
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Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
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As she glides along the woodland
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Through the hills and by the shore
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Hear the mighty rush of the engine,
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Hear that lonesome hobo's call
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While ridin' through the jungles on the Wabash Cannonball
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Wabash Cannonball
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| Marty Robbins |
