Wabash Cannon Ball chords

[VERSE]
[C]From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific [F]shore,
To the [G]green old flow'ring mountains, to the ice-bound Labra[C]dor
[C]She's long and tall and handsome and known quite well [F]to all.
[G]She's the modern combination called the Wabash Cannonball. [C]

[CHORUS]
[C]So listen to the jingle, the jumble and the [F]roar
as she [G]glides along the woodlands, through the hills and by the [C]shore.
[C]Hear the mighty rush of the engine, and the lonesome hoboes s[F]quall,
While ridi[G]ng through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball. [C]

[VERSE]
[C]She came in from Birmingham on a cold and frosty [F]day.
As she r[G]olled into the station, you could hear the people s[C]ay,
"[C]There’s a gal out there form Tennessee, she’s long, boy, and [F]tall.
[G]She's the modern combination called the Wabash Cannonball."[C]

[CHORUS]
[C]So listen to the jingle, the jumble and the [F]roar
as she glid[G]es along the woodlands, through the hills and by the shor[C]e.
[C]Hear the mighty rush of the engine, and the lonesome hoboes s[F]quall,
While [G]riding through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonba[C]ll.

[VERSE]
Now the [C]Eastern states are dandy, so the all the people [F]say,
From [G]New York to Saint Louis and Chicago by the [C]way,
From the [C]lakes of Minnehaha where the laughing waters f[F]all,
No c[G]hange in standard gauging on the Wabash Cannonball. [C]

[CHORUS]
[C]So listen to the jingle, the jumble and the [F]roar
as she glid[G]es along the woodlands, through the hills and by the shor[C]e.
[C]Hear the mighty rush of the engine, and the lonesome hoboes s[F]quall,
While ridi[G]ng through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball. [C]