| From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
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| From the queen of the flowing mountains to the southbells 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 regular combination on the Wabash Cannonball
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| Listen to the jingle to 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 that lonesome hoboes call
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| You’re travelin' through the jungle 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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| Now there’s a gal 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 Minnesota where the rippling waters fall
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| No changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball
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| Here’s to daddy Claxton may his name forever stand
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| And long to be remembered round the ports of Alabam
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| His earthly race is over and the curtains round him fall
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| We’ll carry him home to Dixie 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 through the hills and by the shore
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| Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear that lonesome hoboes call
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| You’re traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball |