Roy Acuff Wabash Cannonball Lyrics:
From the great Atlantic Ocean
to the wide Pacific shore
From the queen of flowing mountains
to the Southbell by the shore
She's mighty tall and handsome
and known quite well by all
She's a combination on the Wabash Cannonball
She came down from Birmingham one cold December day
As she rolled into the station you could hear all 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 dandy so the people always say
From New York to St. Louis and Chicago by the way
From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall
No changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball
Here's to daddy Claxton may his name forever stand
And always be remembered round the courts of Alabam
His earthly race is over and the curtains round him fall
We'll carry home to victory on the Wabash Cannonball
Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hoboes call
You're travelin' through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball
From the great Atlantic Ocean
to the wide Pacific shore
From the queen of flowing mountains
to the Southbell by the shore
She's mighty tall and handsome
and known quite well by all
She's a combination on the Wabash Cannonball
She came down from Birmingham one cold December day
As she rolled into the station you could hear all 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 dandy so the people always say
From New York to St. Louis and Chicago by the way
From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall
No changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball
Here's to daddy Claxton may his name forever stand
And always be remembered round the courts of Alabam
His earthly race is over and the curtains round him fall
We'll carry home to victory on the Wabash Cannonball
Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hoboes call
You're travelin' through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball