Wabash Cannonball

From the great Atlantic Ocean, To the wide Pacific shore,
From sunny California, To ice-bound Labrador,
She’s mighty tall and handsome, She’s known quite well by all,
She’s the ‘boes’ accommodation, On the Wabash Cannonball
 
From the great Atlantic ocean, To the wide Pacific shore
From the green ol’ Smoky mountains, To the south lands by the shore
She’s mighty tall and handsome, And she’s known quite well by all
She’s the regular combination, On the Wabash Cannonball
 
Listen to the jingle, The rumble and the roar,
As she glides along the woodlands, Through hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, Hear those lonesome hoboes squawl,
While traveling through the jungle, On the Wabash Cannonball
 
This train, she runs to Memphis, Mattoon, and Mexico,
She rolls through East St. Louis, And she never does it slow,
As she flies through Colorado, She gives an awful squawl,
They tell her by her whistle, The Wabash Cannonball

Listen to the jingle, The rumble and the roar,
As she glides along the woodlands, Through hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, Hear those lonesome hoboes squawl,
While traveling through the jungle, 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
 
Listen to the jingle, The rumble and the roar,
As she glides along the woodlands, Through hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, Hear those lonesome hoboes squawl,
While traveling through the jungle, On the Wabash Cannonball
 
Now here’s to Boston Blackey, May his name forever stand,
And always be remembered, By the ‘boes throughout the land,
His earthly days are over, And the curtains ‘round him fall,
We’ll carry him home to victory, On the Wabash Cannonball
 
Listen to the jingle, The rumble and the roar,
As she glides along the woodlands, Through hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, Hear those lonesome hoboes squawl,
While traveling through the jungle, On the Wabash Cannonball