Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar as she glides along the woodland ore the hills and by the shore hear the rush of the mighty engine hear the lonesome hobos call he's riding through the jungle on the Wabash cannon ball VERSE now the western states are dandies so the southern people say from Chicago and St. Louis and Peoria by the way to the lake of Minnesota where the rippling waters flow no chances to be taken on the Wabash cannon ball VERSE she pulled in to the station one cold December day as she rolled up to the platform you could hear all the people say now theirs a gal from Birmingham she's Elong and she's tall she came down from Georgia on the Wabash cannon ball VERSE now heres to daddy claxton may his name forever stand and always be remembered in the courts of all the land his earthly race is over and as the curtain falls we'll carry him back to Dixie on the Wabash cannon ball Wabash Cannonball I was headed for Tolono on the Wabash Cannonball Norfolk and Western all the way St. Louis down the line, Detroit somewhere behind I thought I heard that old conductor say No round trip ticket, you're on the final run This Cannonball is never comin' back Tomorrow she'll just be another memory And an echo down a rusty railroad track I got off at Tolono, just below Champagne A flagstop on the edge of yesterday The whistle blew a song, I whispered "So long" Waved my hand and slowly walked away No round trip ticket, you're on the final run This Cannonball is never comin' back Tomorrow she'll just be another memory And an echo down a rusty railroad track I think about tomorrow, wonder why it is We give up all the things we love the most Goodbye, you old hog. I'll have to ride the Dog Till they build a subway coast to coast But no round trip ticket, you're on the final run This Cannonball is never comin' back Tomorrow she'll just be another memory And an echo down a rusty railroad track