Wabash Cannonball-Roy Acuff

Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar as she glides along the woodland o'er 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 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 Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar as she glides along the woodland o'er 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 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 Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar as she glides along the woodland o'er 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 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 Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar as she glides along the woodland o'er 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