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| Lyrics: | From the wide Pacific Ocean To the broad Atlantic shore From sunny California To ice-bound Labrador She's mighty tall and handsome She's loved by one and all She's the hobo's accommodation, 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. Hear the mighty rush of the engine, Hear the lonesome hobos squall, While rumbling through the jungle On Wabash Cannonball. Now the Eastern states are dandy So the people alwasy say. From New York to St. Louis Chicago, by the way, Through the hills of Minnesota Where the rippling waters fall, No chances 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 Hear the mighty rush of the engine, Hear the lonesome hobos squall, While rumbling through the jungle On the Wabash Cannonball Now here's to Daddy Claxton, May his name forever stand He'll always be remembered In the courts throughout the land His earthly race is over And the curtain round him falls Carryin' him home to victory On the Wabash Cannonball. |
Wabash Cannonball Camping Song 
