Wabash Cannonball

From the great, Atlantic Ocean

To the wide, Pacific shore

From the green, New Hampshire mountains

To the Southland's, Cajun lore

She's streamlined, and she's welcomed

By the trainmen, one and all

She's a railroad institution

Called, the Wabash Cannonball

Listen, to the jingle

The rumble, and the roar

As she rolls on down, the mountains

From the hills, and by the shore

Hear the mighty rush, of the engine

Hear that lonesome, whistle squall

It mingled, with the jingle

On, the Wabash Cannonball

She came down, through Birmingham

One cold, December day

As she rolled, into the station

You could hear, 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

Our eastern states, are dandies

So, the western people say

From the big state, to St. Louis

Cincinnati, by the way

From the hills, of Minnesota

Where the rippling, waters fall

The flatlands, of New Jersey

On, the Wabash Cannonball

Well take that ghost, of Casey Jones

May his name, forever stand

He has built, a reputation

With the railroads, of our land

His final run, is over

And before, the curtains fall

We'll carry him back, to Dixie

On, the Wabash Cannonball

Listen, to the jingle

The rumble, and the roar

As she rolls on, down the mountains

From the hills, and by the shore

Hear the mighty rush, of the engine

Hear that lonesome, whistle squall

It mingled, with the jingle

On, the Wabash Cannonball