Oh' Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar,
As she glides along the woodlands, through the hills and by the shore,
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobos call.
You're travelling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball.
Now the eastern states are dandy, so the western people say,
From New York to St. Louis and Chicargo by the way.
From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling water fall
No chances can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball.
She came down from Birmingham one cold December day,
As she pulled into the station you could hear all the people say.
She's long and tall and handsome, she's known quite well by all,
She's the regular combination called the Wabash Cannonball.
Here's to daddy Claxton may his name forever stand
And always be remembered in courts throughout the land.
His earthly days are over and the curtains around him fall
They'll carry him home to victory on the Wabash Cannonball.