She
Came
down from
Birmingham one cold
December day
As she rode into the station you
could hear the people sing
That train from
Indiana, she's long and she's tall
I had some combination called the
Wabash
Cannonball
Hey, listen to the jingle,
the rumble and the roar
As she comes down the mountains,
through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of engine,
hear the lonesome hobos call
He's racing through his jungle on the
Wabash
Cannonball
From the great
Atlantic
Ocean to the wide
Pacific shore
From the green and flowing mountains
to the hotel by the moor
She's long and she's handsome
and quite well -known by all
A handsome combination called the
Wabash
Cannonball
Hey, listen to the jingle,
the rumble and the roar
As she comes down the mountains,
through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty roars of engine,
hear the lonesome hobos call
He's ra cing through the
jungle on the
Wabash
Cannonball
Well, here's to that old engineer,
his name will ever stand
He'll always be remembered in
the chorus throughout the land
When this mighty race is over,
and the curtains round it fall
They'll carry him back to
Dixie on the
Wabash
Cannonball
Hey, listen to the jingle,
hear the rumble, hear the roar
As he comes down the mountain,
through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty race of engine,
hear the lonesome hobo's call
Ah!
Yeah, he races through the
jungle on the
Wabash
Cannonball
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