Wabash cannonball

<poem> From the ^Egreat Atlantic ocean to the ^Awide Pacific shore She ^B7climbs a flowery mountains o'er the hills and by the ^Eshore She's mighty tall and handsome she's ^Aknown quite well by all She's a ^B7regular combination on the Wabash Cannon^Eball

Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar As she glides along the woodland o'er the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear those lonesome hoboes call Traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball

Well she came down from Birmingham one cold December day As she pulled into the station you could hear all the people say She's from Tennessee she's long and she's tall She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball

Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar As she glides along the woodland o'er the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear those lonesome hoboes call Traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball

Here's to daddy Claxton may his name forever stand And always be remembered in the courts throughout the land His earthly race is over and the curtains round him fall We'll carry him home to Dixie on the Wabash Cannonball

Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar As she glides along the woodland o'er the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear those lonesome hoboes call Traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball