Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
D G
As she glides along the woodland, through the hills
and by the shore
G C
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo squall
D G
Your travelin through the jungles on the Wabash Cannonball.
VERSE ONE:
G C D G G C
she’s mighty tall and handsome and known quite well by all
D G
She’s the combination, on the Wabash Cannonball.
VERSE TWO:
G C
She came down from Birmingham, one cold December day
D G
as she rolled into the station , you could hear all the people say.
G C
there’s a girl form Tennessee , she’s long and she’s tall
D G
She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball
CHORUS INSTRUMENTAL
G C
Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
D G
As she glides along the woodland, through the hills
and by the shore
G C
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo squall
D G
Your travelin through the jungles on the Wabash Cannonball.
VERSE THREE:
G C
Our Eastern states are dandy, so the people always say
D G G C
To the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall
D G
No chances will be taken on the Wabash Cannonball.
VERSE FOUR:
G C
Here’s to daddy Claxton, may his name forever stand
D G
And always be remembered ‘round the courts of Alabam
G C
His earthy race is over and the curtain round him fall
D G
He’ll be carried home to victory on the Wabash Cannonball.
CHORUS:
G C
Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
D G
As she glides along the woodland, through the hills
and by the shore
G C
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo squall
D G
Your travelin through the jungles on the Wabash Cannonball.
CHORUS REPEAT:
G C
Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
D G
As she glides along the woodland, through the hills
and by the shore
G C
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo squall
D G
Your travelin through the jungles on the Wabash Cannonball.
