Boxcar Willie - Wabash Cannonball

From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore

To the green of flowing mountains by the south belt by the shore

Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear that lonesome hobo squall

We're riding through to 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

Well, a-listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar

As she glides along the woodland by the hills and by the shore

Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear that lonesome hobo squall

You're travelling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball

We rolled into Birmingham one cold December day

As she pulled into the station, you could hear all the people say:

"There's a gal out there from Texas, she's long and she's tall

She's the combination of the Wabash Cannonball"

Well, a-listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar

As she glides along the woodland by the hills and by the shore

Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear that lonesome hobo squall

We're travelling through to Dixie on the Wabash Cannonball

Well, a-here's to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever stand

And always be remembered throughout this great land

His earthly race is over and we'll bear him to the pall

And we'll carry him up to heaven on the Wabash Cannonball

Well, a-listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar

As she glides along the woodland by the hills and by the shore

Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear that lonesome hobo squall

We're travelling through to Dixie on the Wabash Cannonball

We're riding through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball