| lyric | 1. From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific shore,
From sunny California To icebound Labrador,
She’s the mighty tall and handsome, she’s known quite well by all,
She’s the mighty combination of the Wabash Cannon Ball.
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0h, listen to the jingle, to the rumble and the roar,
As she glides along the woodlands, through hills and by the shore,
Hear the mighty rush of engine, hear those lonesome hoboes squall,
While travelling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannon Ball.
2. This train, she runs to Memphis, Mattoon, and Mexico,
She rolls through East St. Louis and she never does it slow,
As she flies through Colorado, she gives an awful squawl,
They tell her by her whistle — the Wabash Cannon Ball.
3. 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 Cannon Ball
4. Now here’s to Boston Blackey, may his name forever stand,
And always be remembered by hoboes in this land,
His earthly days are over and the curtains round him fall, We’ll carry him home to victory on the Wabash Cannon Ball.
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