From the great Atlantic Ocean
to the wide Pacific Shore
From the green and flowering mountains
to the south belt by the shore
She's mighty tall and handsome,
she's known quite well by all
It's a modern combination
called the Wabash Cannonball
Listen to the jingle, rumble and the roar
As she glides across the woodlands,
over hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine,
hear the lonesome robo's call
Traveling through the jungles
Oh, the eastern states are dandy,
so the western people say
and Rock Island by the way
From the hills of Minnesota
where the rippling waters fall
As she glides along the woodlands,
over hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine,
hear the lonesome old boys call
Traveling through the jungles
I've rode the Icy Limited,
Across the Eastern Counties
I rode these highball trains
But I have found no equal
Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodlands,
over hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine,
hear the lonesome poor boy's call
Traveling through the jungles
on a wall -bashed tent ball
Here's to Daddy Quackston,
His earthly race is over now,
the curtains round him fall
Carry him home to victory
Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodlands,
over hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engines,
We're traveling through the jungles
We're traveling through the jungles
