D G Well, listen to the rumble, the rattle, and the roarA D She glides along the woodlands, down the hills and by the shore.D G Hear the mighty rush of engine, hear the lonesome hobo callA D Ride the rosin, break a bead on the Wabash CannonballD G Well, she rode into Birmingham on a cold December day,A D All around the station, you could hear the people say.D G She’s a girl from Tennessee. She’s long. She’s tall.A D No changes can be taken on the Wabash CannonballD G Well, the eastern states are dandy, so the people always sayA D New York, by the harbor, to Chicago, by the way.D G Now to Minnesota, where the rippling waters fall,A D Ride the rosin, break a bead on the Wabash CannonballD G Well, now she goes to Memphis, to New MexicoA D Flies through East St. Louie lord. She never does it slow.D G Sails to Colorado, lettin’ out an awful squallA D You can tell her by her whistle, she’s the Wabash CannonballD G Well, here's to Denny Claxton, may his name forever standA D Always be remember in the courts of Alabam’.D G When his earthly reign is over and his curtain ‘round him fallsA D We’ll carry him home in glory on the Wabash Cannonball
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