The Wabash Cannonball chords
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[G]From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific [C]shore..
she [D]climbs the flowery mountains, over hills and by the [G]shore.
[G]She's mighty tall and handsome, and she's known quite well by [C]all.
She's the [D]hobo's accomodation..the Wabash Cannon[G]ball.
#2.
[G]Oh, the Eastern states are dandy, so the Western people [C]say..
Chi[D]cago, Rock Island, St. Louis..by the [G]way.
[G]To the lakes of Minnesota where the rippling waters [C]fall..
no [D]changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannon[G]ball.
[CHORUS]
[G]Oh, listen to the jingle, the rumble and the [C]roar..
as she [D]glides along the woodland, over hills and by the [G]shore.
[G]Hear the mighty rush of her engine..hear the lonesome hobos [C]call..
she [D]glides along the woodlands, the Wabash Cannon[G]ball.
#3.
[G]Well, she came on down from Birming-Town one cold December [C]day..
as she [D]pulled into the station you could hear all the people [G]say.
[G]She's from Tennessee..she's long and she's [C]tall.
She [D]come on down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannon[G]ball.
#4.
[G]Oh, here's to Daddy Claxon, let his name forever [C]be..
and [D]long be remembered in the courts of Tennes[G]see.
[G]For he's a good old rounder 'til the curtains 'round him [C]fall..
he'll be [D]carried on to Glory on the Wabash Cannon[G]ball.
#5.
[G]I have rode the I.C. Limited, also the Royal [C]Blue..
a[D]cross the Eastern counties on Elkhorn Number T[G]wo.
[G]I have rode those highball trains, from coast to coast and [C]all..
but [D]I have found no equal to the Wabash Cannon[G]ball.
[CHORUS]
[G]Oh, listen to the jingle, the rumble and the [C]roar..
as she [D]winds along the woodlands, over hills and by the [G]shore.
[G]She's a mighty pretty lady, she's long and she's [C]tall..
she's [D]come on down from Birming-Town..the Wabash Cannon[G]ball.
[OUTRO]
[G]Oh, listen to the jingle, the rumble and the [C]roar..
as she [D]winds along the woodlands, over hills and by the [G]shore.
[G]Hear the mighty rush of her engine..hear the lonesome hobos [C]call..
she's [D]ridin' on to Glory..the Wabash Cannon[G]ball..(Fade.)
An 1882 smash from Kraziekhat.
she [D]climbs the flowery mountains, over hills and by the [G]shore.
[G]She's mighty tall and handsome, and she's known quite well by [C]all.
She's the [D]hobo's accomodation..the Wabash Cannon[G]ball.
#2.
[G]Oh, the Eastern states are dandy, so the Western people [C]say..
Chi[D]cago, Rock Island, St. Louis..by the [G]way.
[G]To the lakes of Minnesota where the rippling waters [C]fall..
no [D]changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannon[G]ball.
[CHORUS]
[G]Oh, listen to the jingle, the rumble and the [C]roar..
as she [D]glides along the woodland, over hills and by the [G]shore.
[G]Hear the mighty rush of her engine..hear the lonesome hobos [C]call..
she [D]glides along the woodlands, the Wabash Cannon[G]ball.
#3.
[G]Well, she came on down from Birming-Town one cold December [C]day..
as she [D]pulled into the station you could hear all the people [G]say.
[G]She's from Tennessee..she's long and she's [C]tall.
She [D]come on down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannon[G]ball.
#4.
[G]Oh, here's to Daddy Claxon, let his name forever [C]be..
and [D]long be remembered in the courts of Tennes[G]see.
[G]For he's a good old rounder 'til the curtains 'round him [C]fall..
he'll be [D]carried on to Glory on the Wabash Cannon[G]ball.
#5.
[G]I have rode the I.C. Limited, also the Royal [C]Blue..
a[D]cross the Eastern counties on Elkhorn Number T[G]wo.
[G]I have rode those highball trains, from coast to coast and [C]all..
but [D]I have found no equal to the Wabash Cannon[G]ball.
[CHORUS]
[G]Oh, listen to the jingle, the rumble and the [C]roar..
as she [D]winds along the woodlands, over hills and by the [G]shore.
[G]She's a mighty pretty lady, she's long and she's [C]tall..
she's [D]come on down from Birming-Town..the Wabash Cannon[G]ball.
[OUTRO]
[G]Oh, listen to the jingle, the rumble and the [C]roar..
as she [D]winds along the woodlands, over hills and by the [G]shore.
[G]Hear the mighty rush of her engine..hear the lonesome hobos [C]call..
she's [D]ridin' on to Glory..the Wabash Cannon[G]ball..(Fade.)
An 1882 smash from Kraziekhat.
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