It's good to be back home again at the Sevier Tennessee
I'm awful glad to see you hope you're glad to see me
Now I'd like to say I love you I welcome to you all
Now I know I stole this steam from the Wabash Cannonball
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
Up the hills and down the mountains and the valleys to the shore
She's mighty tall and handsome and known quite well by all
She's a mighty famous thing called the Wabash Cannonball (Pete Drake)
[ steel - fiddle ]
Well she came down from Birmingham one cold December day
As she pulled into the station you could hear all the people say
That's that train from Tennessee boys she's long and she's tall
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the green and flowin' mountains
To the south lands by the shore
She's mighty tall and handsome known quite well by all
She's a combination called 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
There's a girl from Tennessee, she's long and she's tall
She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball
Well' our eastern states are dandy, so the people always say
From New York to St. Louis and Chicago by the way
From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall
No changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball
Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland
Through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine,
Hear that lonesome hobo's call
While ridin' through the jungles on the Wabash Cannonball
From the great Atlantic ocean
To the wide Pacific shore
To the queen of flowing mountains
For the hills and by the shore
She's mighty tall and handsome
And she's known quite well by all
She came down from Birmingham
On the Wabash Cannonball
Well now listen to the jingle
To the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland
Through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine
And the lonesome hoboes call
No changes can be taken
On the Wabash Cannonball
[steel]
Now here's to daddy Claxton
May his name forever stand
He'll always be remembered
In the ports throughout the land
His earthly race is over
And the curtain round him falls
We'll carry him home to Glory
On the Wabash Cannonball
Well now listen to the jingle
To the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland
Through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine
And the lonesome hoboes call
No changes can be taken
On the Wabash Cannonball
[guitar]
Well listen to the jingle
To the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland
Through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine
And the lonesome hoboes call
No changes can be taken
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the green New Hampshire mountains to the southland's cajun lore
She's streamlined and she's welcome by the train and one and all
She's a railroad institution called the Wabash Cannonball
Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar
As she rolls on down the mountains from the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear those lonesome whistle's call
Hear the mingle with the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball
She came down from Birmingham one cold December day
As she rolled into the station you could hear the people say
There's a girl from Tennessee she's long and she's tall
She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball
Eastern states are dandy so the western people say
From Pittsburg to St Louis and Cincinnati by the way
From the hills of Minnesotta where the wrippling waters fall
The flatlands of New Jersey on the Wabash Cannonball
We'll drink a toast to Casey Jones may his name forever stand
He's built a reputation with the railroads of our land
His final run is over nad all the curtains fall
We'll carry him back to Dixie on the Wabash Cannonball
Listen to the jingle...
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the queen of flowing mountains to the south bells by the shore
She's mighty tall and handsome, she's known quite well by all
She's the combination on the Wabash Cannonball
She came down from Birmingham one cold December day
As she rolled into the station you could hear all the people say
There's a gal from Tennessee, she's long and she's tall
She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball
Our eastern states're dandy, so all the people say
From New York to St Louis and Chicago by the way
From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall
No changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball
So here's to daddy Claxton, may his name forever stand
And always be remembered in the ports throughout the land
His earthly race is over, the curtains 'round him fall
We'll carry him home to Dixie on the Wabash Cannonball
So listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobos squall
Traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball
WABASH CANNONBALL
(A.P. Carter - William Kindt)
« © '46 Peer International »
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the queen of the flowing mountains to the southbells by the shore
She's mighty tall and handsome and known quite well by all
She's a regular combination on the Wabash Cannonball
Listen to the jingle to the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear that lonesome hoboes call
You're travelin' through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball
She came down from Birmingham one cold December day
As she rolled into the station you could hear all the people say
Now there's a gal from Tennessee she's long and she's tall
She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball
Our eastern states are dandy so the people always say
From New York to St Louis and Chicago by the way
From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall
No changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball
Here's to daddy Claxton may his name forever stand
And long to be remembered round the ports of Alabam
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 through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear that lonesome hoboes call
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the green New Hampshire mountains to the
southland's cajun lore
She's streamlined and she's welcome by the train and
one and all
She's a railroad institution called the Wabash
Cannonball
Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar
As she rolls on down the mountains from the hills and
by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear those lonesome
whistle's call
Hear the mingle with the jungle on the Wabash
Cannonball
She came down from Birmingham one cold December day
As she rolled into the station you could hear the
people say
There's a girl from Tennessee she's long and she's tall
She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball
Eastern states are dandy so the western people say
From Pittsburg to St Louis and Cincinnati by the way
From the hills of Minnesotta where the wrippling waters
fall
The flatlands of New Jersey on the Wabash Cannonball
We'll drink a toast to Casey Jones may his name forever
stand
He's built a reputation with the railroads of our land
His final run is over nad all the curtains fall
We'll carry him back to Dixie on the Wabash Cannonball
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the queen of glowin' mountains to the south hills by the shore
She's mighty tall and handsome and known quite well by all
She's a combination on the Wabash Cannonball
She came down from Birmingham one cold December day
As she rolled into the station you could hear all the people say
There's a girl from Tennessee she's long and she's tall
She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball
[ guitar ]
Our eastern states are dandy so the people always say
From New York to St Louis and Chicago by the way
From the hills of Minnesotta where the wrippling waters fall
No changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball
Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodlands through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear that lonesome hobo's call
Public Domain
I stood on the Atlantic Ocean
The wide Pacific shore
To the queen of the flowing mountains
To the southbell by the door
She's long and tall and handsome
And loved by one and all
She's a modern combination
Called the Wabash Cannonball
Chorus:
Oh listen to the jingle
The rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodlands
Through the hills and by the shores
Hear the mighty rush of engines
Hear the lonsome hobos' call
We're travelling through the jungles
On the Wabash Cannonball
The eastern states are dandies
So the western people say
From New York to St. Louis
And Chicago by the way
Through the hills of Minnesota
Where the rippling waters fall
No chances can be taken
On the Wabash Cannonball
Chorus
Here's to Daddy Klaxton
May his name forever stand
Will he be remembered
Through parts of all our land
His earthly race is over
And the curtain 'round him falls
We'll carry him on to victory
On the Wabash Cannonball
From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the green ol' Smoky Mountains to the south lands by the shore
She's mighty tall and handsome and she's known quite well by all
She's the regular combination of the Wabash Cannonball
Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobos call
You're traveling through the jungles on the Wabash Cannonball
Our eastern states are dandy, so the people always say
From New York to St Louis with Chicago by the way
From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall
No changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball
Now here's to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever stand
And always be remembered through the courts throughout the land
His earthly race is over, now the curtains round him fall
(alvin pleasant carter)
Oh, from the great atlantic ocean to the wide pacific shore,
From the green ol' glowing mountains to the hills of labrador
She's long and tall and handsome, she's known quite well by all,
She's the combination called the wabash cannonball.
She pulled in from birmingham one cold december day,
Pulled into the station, you could hear the people say,
¡°there's a girl on there from tennessee, she's long and she's tall,
She come in from birmingham on the wabash cannonball.¡±
Oh, listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore.
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hoboes call
Riding through the jungles on the wabash cannonball.
Whew-ew!
Now eastern states are dandy, so the western people say,
From new york to chicago, st. louis by the way
And up in minnesota where the rippling waters fall
No chances can be taken on the wabash cannonball.
Here's to daddy claxton, may his name forever stand,
May it always be remembered throughout all the land
His earthly race is over and the curtains round him fall
But we'll carry him home to victory on the wabash cannonball.
Oh, listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore.
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hoboes call
Riding through the jungles on the wabash cannonball.
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the green old flowing mountains to the south down along the shore
She's mighty tall and handsome, she's known quite well by all
The regular combination on that 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 the lonesome hobo's call
As you ramble across the country on that Wabash Cannonball
Well, the eastern states are dandy, most people always say
From New York to St. Louis and old Chicago by the way
To the hills of Minnesota where them rippling waters fall
No changes need be taken on that 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 the lonesome hobo's call
As you ramble across the country on that Wabash Cannonball
Here's to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever stand
In the hills of Tennessee many places throughout the land
When his earthly race are over and them curtains 'round him fall
[Incomprehensible] him back to Dixie on that Wabash Cannonball
We came down to Nashville on a warm November day
As we rolled into that station I heard somebody say
There's a boy from Carolina, they're wide and fat and tall
They came down to pick us a few, they rode the Wabash Cannonball
Listen to that jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland o'er hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call
From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the queen of flowing mountains to the Southbell by the shore
She's mighty tall and handsome and known quite well by all
She's a combination on the Wabash Cannonball
She came down from Birmingham one cold December day
As she rolled into the station you could hear all the people say
"There's a girl from Tennessee, she's long and she's tall
She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball"
Our eastern states are dandy so the people always say
From New York to St. Louis and Chicago by the way
From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall
No changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball
Here's to daddy Claxton may his name forever stand
And always be remembered round the courts of Alabam
His earthly race is over and the curtains round him fall
We'll carry home to victory on the Wabash Cannonball
Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hoboes call
From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the green ol' Smoky Mountains to the south lands by
the shore
She's mighty tall and handsome and she's known quite well
by all
She's the regular combination of the Wabash Cannonball
Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by
the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome
hobos call
You're traveling through the jungles on the Wabash
Cannonball
Our eastern states are dandy, so the people always say
From New York to St Louis with Chicago by the way
From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters
fall
No changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball
Now here's to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever stand
And always be remembered through the courts throughout
the land
His earthly race is over, now the curtains round him fall
From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the green and flowery mountains to the south belt
by the shore
She's mighty tall and handsome, she's known quite well
by all
She's a modern combination called the Wabash Cannon
Ball
Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodlands, over hills and by
the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome
hobo's call
Traveling through the jungles on the Wabash Cannon Ball
Oh the Eastern States are dandy, so the Western people
From New York to Chicago, and Rock Island by the way
From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters
fall
No chances to be taken on the Wabash Cannon Ball
Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodlands, over hills and by
the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome
hobo's call
Travelling through the jungles on the Wabash Cannon
Ball
I rode the IC Limited, also the Royal Blue
Across the Eastern counties on the Elkhorn number two
I rode these highball trains from coast to coast, and
that's all
But I have found no equal to the Wabash Cannon Ball
Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodlands, over hills and by
the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome
hobo's call
Travelling through the jungles on the Wabash Cannon
Ball
Here's to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever be
Always be remembered in the courts of Tennessee
His earthly race is over now, the curtains round him
fall
They're carrying him home to victory on the Wabash
Cannon Ball
Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodlands, over hills and by
the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome
hobo's call
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
She glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore
From the green and flowery mountains where the wrippling waters fall
She's a regular combination called the Wabash Cannonball
Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland the hills and by the shore
From the green and flowery mountains where the wrippling waters fall
No changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball
[ steel ]
She came down from Birmingham one cold December day
As she pulled into the station you could hear the people say
Yeah she's the gal from Tennessee she's long and she's tall
And she came into the Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball
Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear the lonesome hobo call
A travein' through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball
[ guitar ]
Our eastern states are dandy so all the western people say
From New York to St Louis and Chicago by the way
From the hills of Minnesotta where the wrippling waters fall
She's a regular combination called the Wabash Cannonball
Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear the lonesome hobo call
A travein' through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball
From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the green and flowing mountains to the south belt
by the shore
She's mighty tall and handsome, and known quite well by
She's the combination known as the Wabash Cannon Ball
Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodlands, o'er the hills and
by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear that lonesome
hobo squall
You're travelling through the jungles on the Wabash
Cannon Ball
She came down from Birmingham, one cold December day
As she rolled into the station, you could hear all the
people say
There's a girl 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 that lonesome
hobo squall
you're travelling through the jungles on the Wabash
Cannon Ball
Our Eastern states are dandy, so the people always say
From New York to St. Louis and Chicago by the way
From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters
fall
No changes can be taken on that Wabash Cannon Ball
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 that lonesome
hobo squall
You're travelling through the jungles on the Wabash
Cannon Ball
Here's to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever stand
And always be remembered 'round the courts of Alabam'
His earthly race is over and the curtains 'round him
fall
We'll carry him home to victory on the Wabash Cannon
Ball
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 that lonesome
hobo squall
You're travelling through the jungles on the Wabash
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
Green old flowing mountains to the southbell by the shore
Mighty tall and handsome and known quite well by all
She's a combination on the Wabash Cannonball
Now she came down from Birmingham one cold December day
As she pulled into the station you could hear all the people say
There's a gal from Tennessee, she's long and she's tall
She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball
Our eastern states are dandy, so the people always say
From New York to St Louis and Chicago by the way
From the hills of Minnesota, where the rippling waters fall
No changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball
Now listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
Glides along the woodland, through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hoboes call
Listen to the jingle... the rumble and the roar...
As she glides along the woodland... ore the hills and by the shore
Hear the rush a'the mighty engine... hear the lonesome hobos call
He's riding through the jungle on... the Wabash Cannonball
VERSE [1]
Now the western states are dandies... so the southern people say
From Chicago and St. Louis and Peoria by the way...
To the lakes of Minnesota... where the rippling waters flow...
No chances to be taken on... the Wabash Cannon ball
VERSE [2]
She pulled in to the station... one cold December day...
As she rolled up to the platform... you could hear all the people say
Now there's a gal from Birmingham...
She's long as she is tall...
She came down from Georgia... on the Wabash Cannonball
VERSE [3]
Now here's to daddy Claxton... may his name forever stand...
And always be remembered... in the courts of all the land
His earthly race is over and as the curtain falls
We'll carry him back to Dixie... on the Wabash CannonballListen to the jingle... the rumble and the roar...
As she glides along the woodland... ore the hills and by the shore
Hear the rush of the mighty engine... hear the lonesome hobos call
Public Domain
I stood on the Atlantic Ocean
The wide Pacific shore
To the queen of the flowing mountains
To the southbell by the door
She's long and tall and handsome
And loved by one and all
She's a modern combination
Called the Wabash Cannonball
Chorus:
Oh listen to the jingle
The rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodlands
Through the hills and by the shores
Hear the mighty rush of engines
Hear the lonsome hobos' call
We're travelling through the jungles
On the Wabash Cannonball
The eastern states are dandies
So the western people say
From New York to St. Louis
And Chicago by the way
Through the hills of Minnesota
Where the rippling waters fall
No chances can be taken
On the Wabash Cannonball
Chorus
Here's to Daddy Klaxton
May his name forever stand
Will he be remembered
Through parts of all our land
His earthly race is over
And the curtain 'round him falls
We'll carry him on to victory
On the Wabash Cannonball
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the green old flowing mountains to the south down along the shore
She's mighty tall and handsome, she's known quite well by all
The regular combination on that 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 the lonesome hobo's call
As you ramble across the country on that Wabash Cannonball
Well, the eastern states are dandy, most people always say
From New York to St. Louis and old Chicago by the way
To the hills of Minnesota where them rippling waters fall
No changes need be taken on that 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 the lonesome hobo's call
As you ramble across the country on that Wabash Cannonball
Here's to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever stand
In the hills of Tennessee many places throughout the land
When his earthly race are over and them curtains 'round him fall
[Incomprehensible] him back to Dixie on that Wabash Cannonball
We came down to Nashville on a warm November day
As we rolled into that station I heard somebody say
There's a boy from Carolina, they're wide and fat and tall
They came down to pick us a few, they rode the Wabash Cannonball
Listen to that jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland o'er hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the queen of flowing mountains to the southbells by the moor
Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear the lonesome hoboes squall
They're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball
She came down from Birmingham one cold December day
As she pulled into the station you could hear all them people say
There's a gal 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 through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear the lonesome hoboes squall
They're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball
[ ac.guitar ]
Well the eastern states are dandy so the people always say
From New York to St Louis and Chicago by the way
From the hills of Minnesotta where the wrippling waters fall
No changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the queen of flowing mountains to the south bells by the moor
She's mighty tall and handsome and known quite well by all
She's the combination on the Wabash Cannonball
She came down from Birmingham one cold December day
As she pulled into the station you could hear all the people say
There's a gal 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 woodlands through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear that lonesome hobo's call
Traveling through the Dixie on the Wabash Cannonball
Our eastern states are dandy so the people always say
From New York to St Louis and Chicago by the way
From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall
No changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball
So here's to daddy Claxton may his name forever stand
And always be remembered in the ports of Alabama
His earthly race is over and the curtains round him fall
We'll carry him home to Victory on the Wabash Cannonball
