From the green Atlantic ocean
to the wide Pacific shore
From the green and floating mountains
to the sand spots by the shore
She's mighty tall and handsome
and known quite well by all
she's the Wabash Cannonball
Now listen to the jingle,
that rumble and that roar
She climbs through the woodland,
over hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine,
hear the lonesome hobo squall
Traveling through the jungle
She came down from Birmingham
Pulled into that station,
and she's long and she's tall
She came down from Birmingham
Now listen to the jingle,
that rumble and that roar
She climbs through the woodland,
over hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine,
hear the lonesome hobo squall
Traveling through the jungle
Our eastern states and Andes
so the people love to see
From here to St. Louis and
where the record waters fall
Now listen to the jingle,
that rumble and that roar
She climbs through the woodland,
over hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine,
hear the lonesome hobble of squall
Traveling through the jungle
Now Houston, daddy, Clexton
means the name to ever stand
He'll always be remembered
in the course throughout the land
and the curtain round him fall
They'll carry him home to Dixie
Just listen to the jingle,
that rumble and that roar
She climbs through the woodland,
over hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine,
hear the lonesome po -po squall
Traveling through the jungle
Yeah, listen to the jingle,
that rumble and that roar
She climbs through the woodland,
over hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine,
hear the lonesome hollow squall
Travel on through the jungle
You travel on through the jungle
Travel on through the jungle
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