Paroles de Wabash Cannonball

Out from the wide Pacific to the broad Atlantic shore, she climbs flowery mountains o'er hills and by the shore. Although she's tall and handsome and she's known quite well by all, she's a regular combination of the Wabash Cannonball. Oh, the eastern states are dandy, so the western people say, Chicago, Rock Island, St. Louis by the way. To the lakes of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall, no changes to be taken on the Wabash Cannonball. Oh, listen to the jingle, the rumor and the roar, as she glides along the woodlands o'er hills and by the shore. She climbs the flowery mountains, hear the merry hobos squall, she glides along the woodlands, the Wabash Cannonball. Oh, here's Old Daddy Cleton, let his name forever be, and long be remembered in the courts of Tennessee. For he is a good old rounder, till the curtain round him fall, he'll be carried back to victory on the Wabash Cannonball. I have rode the I.C. Limited, also the Royal Blue across the eastern countries on mail car number two. I have rode those highball trains from coast to coast that's all, but I have found no equal to the Wabash Cannonball. Oh, listen to the jingle, the rumor and the roar, as she glides along the woodlands o'er hills and by the shore. She climbs the flowery mountains, hear the merry hobos squall, she glides along the woodlands, the Wabash Cannonball.