CHORUS:
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Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar as she glides along the woodland
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o'er the hills and by the shore
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hear the rush of the mighty engine hear the lonesome hobos call
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he's riding through the jungle on the Wabash cannon ball
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VERSE
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now the western states are dandies so the southern people say from Chicago
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and St. Louis
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and Peoria by the way
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to the lake of Minnesota where the rippling waters flow no chances to be
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taken on
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the Wabash cannon ball
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VERSE
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she pulled in to the station one cold December day
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as she rolled up to the platform you could hear all the people say
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now theirs a gal from Birmingham she's Elong and she's tall she came down
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from Georgia
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on the Wabash cannon ball
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VERSE
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now heres to daddy claxton may his name forever stand
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and always be remembered in the courts of all the land
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his earthly race is over and as the curtain falls
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we'll carry him back to Dixie on the Wabash cannon ball
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Wabash Cannonball
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Wabash Cannonball
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| Roy Acuff |
