Lonnie Donegan Wabash Cannonball
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
say
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
Traveling through the jungles on the Wabash Cannon Ball
