WABASH CANNONBALL 

WORDS AND MUSIC BY: A. P. CARTER 

INTRO: D7
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FROM OUT THE WIDE PACIFIC TO THE BROAD ALANTIC SHORE 
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SHE CLIMBS THE HIGH MOUNTAINS UP THE HILLS AND BY THE SHORE 

ALTHOUGH SHE'S  TALL AND HANDSOME BY 
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AND KNOW QUITE WELL BY ALL , 
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SHES A REGULAR COMBINATION OF THE WALBASH CANNONBALL

EASTERN STATES ARE DANDIES SO THE WESTERN PEOPLE SAY
WHEN SHE CLIMBED THE OLD ROCK ISLANDS , TOOK ALL HER STYLE WAY
TO THE LAKES OF MINNESOTA WHERE 
THE RIPPLING WATER FALLS 
NO CHANGES CAN BE TAKE ON THE WALBASH CANNONBALL

DOWN FROM BIRMINGHAM ONE COLD DECEMBER DAY
PULLED INTO THE STATION YOU HEAR ALL THE PEOPLE SAY 
THERE'S THE GAL FROM TENNESSEE 
SO IS LONG AND SHE IS TALL 
SHES COMES FROM BIRMINGHAM ON THE WALBASH CANNONBALL

JUST LISTEN TO THE JUNGLE AND THE RUMBLE AND THE ROAR 
AS SHE GUIDES ALONG THE WOODLAND TO THE HILLS AND THE SHORE
HEAR THE MIGHT RUSH OF THE ENGINE 
HER THE LONSOME HOBOERS CALL 
WHLE SHES TRAVELING THRU THE JUNGLE ONE THE WALBASH CB

HERES TO OLD MAN DADDY CLAXTON MAY HIS NAME FOREVER STAND 
MAY IT ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED THROUGHOUT THE LAND 
HIS EARTHLY RACE IS OVER 
AND THE CURTAINS AROUND HIM FALL 
WELL CARRY HIM HOME TO VICTORY ON THE WALBASH CANNONBALL