Wabash Cannonball

A D E A A D E A A D From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore E A To the green of flowing mountains by the south belt by the shore D Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear that lonesome hobo squall E A No changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball A D E A A D E A A D She rolled into Birmingham one cold December day E A As she pulled into the station, you could hear all the people say D "And there a gal out there from Florida, she's long and she's tall E A She's the combination on the Wabash Cannonball A D E A A D E A A D Here's to Daddy Travis may his name forever stand E A Always be remembered throughout this great land D His earthly race is over and will burn to a draw E A Down to carry him up to heaven on the Wabash Cannonball A D Well a-listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar E A As she glides along the woodland by the hills and by the shore D Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear that lonesome hobo squall E A No changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball E A We'll road in ride to Dixie on the Wabash Cannonball