Paroles
1. I stood on the Atlantic ocean,
On the wide Pacific shore,
Heard the Queen of flowing mountains
To the South Belle by the door.
She's long, tall and handsome,
She's loved by one and all.
She's a modern combination
Called the Wabash Cannon Ball.
Listen to the jingle,
The rumble and the roar.
Riding thru the woodlands,
To the hill and by the shore.
Hear the mighty rush of engines,
Hear the lonesome hobo squall,
Riding thru the jungles on
The Wabash Cannon Ball.
2. Now the eastern states are dandies,
So the western people say
From New York to St Louis and
Chicago by the way,
Thru the hills of Minnesota where
The rippling waters fall
No chances can be taken on
The Wabash Cannon Ball.
3. Here's to Daddy Claxton, may his
Name forever stand
Will he be remembered through parts
Of all our land,
When his earthly race is over and the
Curtain round him falls
We'll carry him on to victory on
The Wabash Cannon Ball.
