The Wabash Cannon Ball

From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore.
From the green and growing mountains to the south bell down by the Shore.
She's mighty tall and handsome, know quite well by all, she's
A Regular combination, she's the Wabash Cannonball. O listen to the jingle,
The rumble and the roar,
As she glides along the woodland to the hill and by the shore,
Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear the lonesome hobo's call.

Ridding through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball.
Well the eastern states are dandy so the western people say,
St. Louis to Chicago, rock piling by the way,
From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall.
No changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball.

O listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar,
As she glides along the woodland to the hill and by the shore,
Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear the lonesome hobo's call.
Ridding through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball.
Now here's to Daddy Klaxton may his name forever stand,
May be remembered in the courts throughout the land.
When his earthly race is over, let curtain round him fall;

We'll carry him home to victory on the Wabash Cannonball.
O listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar,
As she glides along the woodland to the hill and by the shore,
Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear the lonesome hobo's call.
Ridding through the jungle, on the Wabash Cannonball.