Hank Snow Streamlined Cannonball
(It's the Streamlined Cannonball)
A long steel rail and a short crosstie I'm on my way back home
I'm on the train the king of them all the Streamlined Cannonball
For she glides along like a cannonball like a star on its heavenly flight
This lonesome sound of the whistle you love as she travels through the night
Her headlight gleams out into the night her firebox flash you see
The blinds I ride and the lights I love are home sweet home to me
For she glides along...
(The lonesome sound of the whistle you love it's the Streamlined Cannonball)
I can see the smile of an engineer although he's old and gray
A contented heart he awaits back home of the Streamlined Cannonball
For she glides along...
