From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
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The green old flowing mountains to the south down by the moor
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She's mighty tall and handsome she's know quite well by all
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Regular combination 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 o'er the hills and by the shore
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Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear the lonesome hobo's call
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As you travel across the country on the Wabash Cannonball
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(break)
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Oh the 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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To the hills of Minnesota where them rippling waters fall
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No changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball
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(break)
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Here's to Daddy Claxton may his name forever stand
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In the hills of Tennessee and in the courts throughout the land
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When his earthly race are over and them curtains round him fall
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Would we take him home to Dixy on the Wabash Cannonball
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I went down from Birmingham one cold December day
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When she pulled into that station you could hear them people say
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There's a fellow from Tennessee, boys, he's long and he's tall
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He came down from Alabamon the Wabash Cannonball
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Oh listen to that jingle, the rumble and the roar
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As she glides along the woodland o'er hills and by the shore
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Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear the lonesome hobo's call
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You're travelling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball
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Wabash Cannonball
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Doc Watson |