Uploaded June 2011 | Updated September 2026, 6 days ago
Out from the wide Pacific to
the broad Atlantic shore
She climbs flowery mountain,
o'er hills and by the shore
Although she's tall and handsome
and she's known quite well by all
She's a regular combination of
the Wabash Cannonball
Oh, the eastern states are dandy,
so the western people say
Chicago, Rock Island, St. Louis
by the way
To the lakes of Minnesota where
the rippling waters fall
No changes to be taken on
the Wabash Cannonball
Oh, listen to the jingle, the rumor
and the roar
As she glides along the woodland,
o'er hills and by the shore
She climbs the flowery mountain,
hear the merry hobo squall
She glides along the woodland,
the Wabash Cannonball
Oh, here's ol' Daddy Cleaton,
let his name forever be
And long be remembered in
the courts of Tennessee
For he is a good ol' rounder 'til
the curtain 'round him fall
He'll be carried back to victory
on the Wabash Cannonball
I have rode the I.C. Limited, also
the Royal Blue
Across the eastern countries on
Elkhorn number two
I have rode those highball trains
from coast to coast that's all
But I have found no equal to
the Wabash Cannonball
Oh, listen to the jingle, the rumor
and the roar
As she glides along the woodland,
o'er hills and by the shore
She climbs the flowery mountain,
hear the merry hobo squall
She glides along the woodland,
the Wabash Cannonball
Out from the wide Pacific to
the broad Atlantic shore
She climbs flowery mountain,
o'er hills and by the shore
Although she's tall and handsome
and she's known quite well by all
She's a regular combination of
the Wabash Cannonball
Oh, the eastern states are dandy,
so the western people say
Chicago, Rock Island, St. Louis
by the way
To the lakes of Minnesota where
the rippling waters fall
No changes to be taken on
the Wabash Cannonball
Oh, listen to the jingle, the rumor
and the roar
As she glides along the woodland,
o'er hills and by the shore
She climbs the flowery mountain,
hear the merry hobo squall
She glides along the woodland,
the Wabash Cannonball
Oh, here's ol' Daddy Cleaton,
let his name forever be
And long be remembered in
the courts of Tennessee
For he is a good ol' rounder 'til
the curtain 'round him fall
He'll be carried back to victory
on the Wabash Cannonball
I have rode the I.C. Limited, also
the Royal Blue
Across the eastern countries on
Elkhorn number two
I have rode those highball trains
from coast to coast that's all
But I have found no equal to
the Wabash Cannonball
Oh, listen to the jingle, the rumor
and the roar
As she glides along the woodland,
o'er hills and by the shore
She climbs the flowery mountain,
hear the merry hobo squall
She glides along the woodland,
the Wabash Cannonball










