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 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 hobos call

You're traveling through the jungles on the Wabash Cannonball



Our eastern states are dandy, so the people always say

From New York to St Louis with Chicago by the way

From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall

No changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball



Now here's to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever stand

And always be remembered through the courts throughout the land

His earthly race is over, now the curtains round him fall

We'll carry him home to victory on the Wabash Cannonball