From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
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From the queen of glowin' mountains to the south hills by the shore
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She's mighty tall and handsome and known quite well by all
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She's a combination on the Wabash Cannonball
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She came down from Birmingham one cold December day
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As she rolled into the station 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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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 Minnesotta where the wrippling 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 woodlands through the hills and by the shore
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Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear that lonesome hobo's call
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You're travlin' through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball
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Wabash Cannonball
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| Hank Locklin |
