Wabash Cannonball - Townes Van Zandt

Out from the wide Pacific to the broad Atlantic shore

She climbs flowery mountains over hills and by the shore

Although she’s tall and handsome and she’s known quite well by all

She’s a regular combination of the Wabash Cannonball

Oh, the eastern states are dandy, so the western people say

Chicago, Rock Island, St. Louis by the way

To the lakes of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall

No changes to be taken on the Wabash Cannonball

Oh, listen to the jingle

The rumble and the roar

As she glides along the woodlands

Over hills and by the shore

She climbs the flowery mountains

Hear the merry hobos squall

She glides along the woodlands

The Wabash Cannonball

Oh, here’s Old Daddy Cleton, let his name forever be

And long be remembered in the ports of Tennessee

For he is a good old rounder till the curtain round him fall

He’ll be carried back to victory on the Wabash Cannonball

I have rode the I.C.

Limited, also the Royal Blue

Across the eastern countries on mail car number two

I have rode those highball trains from coast to coast that’s all

But I have found no equal to the Wabash Cannonball

Oh, Listen to the jingle

The rumble and the roar

As she glides along the woodlands

Over hills and by the shore

She climbs the flowery mountains

Hear the merry hobo squall

She glides along the woodlands

The Wabash Cannonball

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