Hank Thompson - Wabash Cannonball lyrics

WABASH CANNONBALL (A.P. Carter - William Kindt) «© '46 Peer International» From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore From the queen of the flowing mountains to the southbells by the shore She's mighty tall and handsome and known quite well by all She's a regular combination on the Wabash Cannonball Listen to the jingle to the rumble and the roar As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear that lonesome hoboes call You're travelin' through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball She came down from Birmingham one cold December day As she rolled into the station you could hear all the people say Now there's a gal from Tennessee she's long and she's tall She came down from Birmingham 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 Here's to daddy Claxton may his name forever stand And long to be remembered round the ports of Alabam His earthly race is over and the curtains round him fall We'll carry him home to Dixie on the Wabash Cannonball Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear that lonesome hoboes call You're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball