Wabash Cannon Ball

From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific Shore

From sunny California to icebound Labrador

She's mighty tall and handsome, she's known quite well by all

She's the 'bos accomodation called the Wabash Cannon Ball

Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar

As she glides along the woodlands, through the hills and by the shore

Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear those lonesome hobos call

While travelling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannon Ball

This train she runs to Memphis, Mattoon and Mexico

She rolls through East St. Louis and she never does it slow

As she flies through Colorado, she gives an awful squall

They tell her by her whistle, the Wabash Cannon Ball

Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar

As she glides along the woodlands, through the hills and by the shore

Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear those lonesome hobos call

While travelling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannon Ball

Our eastern states are dandy, so the people always say

From New York to St. Louis and Chicago by the way

From the hills of Minnesota where rippling waters fall

No changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannon Ball

Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar

As she glides along the woodlands, through the hills and by the shore

Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear those lonesome hobos call

While travelling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannon Ball

Now here's to Boston Blackie**, may his name forever stand

And always be remembered by the 'bos throughout the land

His earthly days are over and the curtains round him fall

We'll carry him home to glory on the Wabash Cannon Ball

Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar

As she glides along the woodlands, through the hills and by the shore

Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear those lonesome hobos call

While travelling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannon Ball