The Wabash Cannonball --- Roy Acuff
[G]Listen
to the jingle, the rumble and the [C]roar
As she [D]glides
along the woodlands, through the hills and by the [G]shore.
Hear the [G]mighty
rush of engines, hear the lonesome hobos [C]call,
As they [D]rumble
through the jungles on the Wabash Cannon-[G]ball.
From the [G]great
Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific [C]shore,
From the [D]Queen
of flowing rivers to the South Belles by the [G]score.
She’s [G]mighty
tall and handsome. She is well-known by [C]all.
She’s a [D]modern
combination called the Wabash Cannon-[G]ball.
[G]She
came down from Birmingham one cold December [C]day.
As she [D]stood
there in the roundhouse you could hear the people [G]say:
“There’s a [G]gal
from Tennesee here, she’s long and she’s [C]tall.”
[D]
“She came down from Birmingham – the Wabash Cannon-[G]ball.”
Well [G]here’s
to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever [C]be!
And [D]long
be it remembered in the courts of Tenne-[G]see.
His [G]earthly
trials over, let the final curtain [C]fall.
We’ll [D]carry
him to vict’ry on the Wabash Cannon-[G]ball.
Now the [G]eastern
states are dandy, so many people [C]say.
From [D]New
York to Saint Louis, and Chicago ‘long the [G]way.
From the [G]hills
of Minnesota, where the rippling waters [C]fall
No [D]changes
can be taken on the Wabash Cannon-[G]ball.
So, [G]Listen
to the jingle, the rumble and the [C]roar
As she [D]glides
along the woodlands, through the hills and by the [G]shore.
Hear the [G]mighty
rush of engines, hear the lonesome hobos [C]call,
As they [D]rumble
through the jungles on the Wabash Cannon-[G]ball.