From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the queen of flowin' mountains to the southland by the shore
She's mighty tall and handsome and known quite well by all
She's the mighty combination of 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 the lonesome hobo's squall
While traveling 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
There's a girl from Tennessee, she's long and she's tall
She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash cannonball


Here's to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever stand
And always be remembered in the courts of Alabam
His earthly race is over and as the curtains round him fall
We'll carry him home to victory on the Wabash cannonball


Iíve rode the I.C. Limited also the Royal Blue
And I have travelled many a mile on mail train number two
Iíve rode those highball trains from coast to coast thatís all
And I have found no equal to the Wabash Cannonball.