From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific shore
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From the green ol' Smoky Mountains to the south lands by the shore
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She's mighty tall and handsome and she's known quite well by all
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She's the regular combination of 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 through the hills and by the shore
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Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobos call
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You're traveling through the jungles 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 with 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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Now here's to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever stand
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And always be remembered through the courts throughout the land
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His earthly race is over, now the curtains round him fall
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We'll carry him home to victory on the Wabash Cannonball
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Wabash Cannonball
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Nitty Gritty Dirt Band |