From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
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She glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore
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From the green and flowery mountains where the wrippling waters fall
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She's a regular combination called 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 the hills and by the shore
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From the green and flowery mountains where the wrippling waters fall
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No changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball
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[ steel ]
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She came down from Birmingham one cold December day
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As she pulled into the station you could hear the people say
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Yeah she's the gal from Tennessee she's long and she's tall
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And she came into the Birmingham 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 the hills and by the shore
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Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear the lonesome hobo call
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A travein' through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball
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[ guitar ]
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Our eastern states are dandy so all the western people say
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From New York to St Louis and Chicago by the way
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From the hills of Minnesotta where the wrippling waters fall
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She's a regular combination called 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 the hills and by the shore
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Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear the lonesome hobo call
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A travein' through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball
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Wabash Cannonball
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| Little Jimmy Dickens |
