She came down from Birmingham one cold December day
As she rolled into the station you could hear the people say
That's her ain't from Indiana,
she's long and she's tall
And some combination called the Wabash Cannonball
Hey listen to the jingle,
the rumble and the roar As she comes down
the mountains through the hills in Bathshore
Hear the mighty roars of engine,
hear the lonesome hobos call He's racing
through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball
From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the green and flowing mountains to the old Elbathmoor
She's long and she's handsome and quite well known by all
And some combination called the Wabash
Cannonball Hey listen to the jingle,
the rumble and the roar
As she comes down the mountains through the hills
in Bathshore Hear the mighty roars of engine,
hear the lonesome hobos call
He's racing through the jungle on the Wabash
Cannonball Well here's to that old engine,
his name will never span
He'll always be remembered in the course throughout the land
When this mighty race is over and the curtains round it go
He'll carry him back to Dixie on the
Wabash Cannonball Hey listen to the jingle,
the rumble and the roar
As she comes down the mountains through the hills
in Bathshore Hear the mighty roars of engine,
hear the lonesome hobos call
He's racing through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball