The Wabash Cannonball --- Roy Acuff
[G]Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the [C]roar
As she [D]glides along the woodlands, through the hills and by the [G]shore.
Hear the [G]mighty rush of engines, hear the lonesome hobos [C]call,
As they [D]rumble through the jungles on the Wabash Cannon-[G]ball.
From the [G]great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific [C]shore,
From the [D]Queen of flowing rivers to the South Belles by the [G]score.
She’s [G]mighty tall and handsome. She is well-known by [C]all.
She’s a [D]modern combination called the Wabash Cannon-[G]ball.
[G]She came down from Birmingham one cold December [C]day.
As she [D]stood there in the roundhouse you could hear the people [G]say:
“There’s a [G]gal from Tennesee here, she’s long and she’s [C]tall.”
[D] “She came down from Birmingham – the Wabash Cannon-[G]ball.”
Well [G]here’s to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever [C]be!
And [D]long be it remembered in the courts of Tenne-[G]see.
His [G]earthly trials over, let the final curtain [C]fall.
We’ll [D]carry him to vict’ry on the Wabash Cannon-[G]ball.
Now the [G]eastern states are dandy, so many people [C]say.
From [D]New York to Saint Louis, and Chicago ‘long the [G]way.
From the [G]hills of Minnesota, where the rippling waters [C]fall
No [D]changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannon-[G]ball.
So, [G]Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the [C]roar
As she [D]glides along the woodlands, through the hills and by the [G]shore.
Hear the [G]mighty rush of engines, hear the lonesome hobos [C]call,
As they [D]rumble through the jungles on the Wabash Cannon-[G]ball.