Doc Watson - Wabash Cannon Ball Lyrics
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shoreThe green old flowing mountains to the south down by the moorShe's mighty tall and handsome she's know quite well by allRegular combination on the Wabash CannonballListen to the jingle, the rumble and the roarAs she glides along the woodland o'er the hills and by the shoreHear the mighty rush of the engine hear the lonesome hobo's callAs you travel across the country on the Wabash Cannonball(break)Oh the eastern states are dandy so the people always sayFrom New York to St. Louis and Chicago by the wayTo the hills of Minnesota where them rippling waters fallNo changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball(break)Here's to Daddy Claxton may his name forever standIn the hills of Tennessee and in the courts throughout the landWhen his earthly race are over and them curtains round him fallWould we take him home to Dixy on the Wabash CannonballI went down from Birmingham one cold December dayWhen she pulled into that station you could hear them people sayThere's a fellow from Tennessee, boys, he's long and he's tallHe came down from Alabamon the Wabash CannonballOh listen to that jingle, the rumble and the roarAs she glides along the woodland o'er hills and by the shoreHear the mighty rush of the engine hear the lonesome hobo's callYou're travelling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball
