She came down from Birmingham one cold december day
She rode into the station you could hear the people say
That train from Indiana she's long and she's tall
A handsome combination called the wabash cannonball

Hey Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar
As she comes down the mountains, through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of engine, hear those lonesome hobos call
He's racing through the jungle on the Wabash Cannon Ball

From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific Shore
From the green and growing mountains to the old well by the moor
She's long and she's handsome, and known quite well by all
A handsome combination called the wabash cannonball

Hey Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar
As she comes down the mountains, through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of engine, hear those lonesome hobos call
He's racing through the jungle on the Wabash Cannon Ball

Now here's to that old engineer, his name Will ever stand
He'll always be remembered in the cars throughout the land
When this mighty race is over and the curtains round him fall
They'll carry him back to dixie on the Wabash Cannon Ball

Hey Listen to the jingle hear the rumble hear the roar
As she comes down the mountains, through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of engine, hear those lonesome hobos call
He's racing through the jungle on the Wabash Cannon Ball

