Listen to the jingle,
The rumble and the roar,
As she glides along the woodlands,
Through hills and by the shore.
Hear the mighty rush of the engine,
Hear those lonesome hobos squall,
While trav'ling through the jungle,
On the Wabash Cannonball.
Our eastern states are dandy,
So the people always say,
From New York to St. Louis,
And Chicago by the way.
Through the hills of Minnesota,
Where the rippling waters fall,
No chances can be taken,
On the Wabash Cannonball.
Listen to the jingle,
The rumble and the roar,
As she glides along the woodlands,
Through hills and by the shore.
Hear the mighty rush of the engine,
Hear those lonesome hobos squall,
While trav'ling through the jungle,
On the Wabash Cannonball.
Now here's to Daddy Claxton,
May his name forever stand,
He'll always be remembered,
In the courts throughout the land.
His earthly race is over,
And the curtain round him falls,
Carryin' him home to victory,
On the Wabash Cannonball.
Wabash Cannonball for Beginner/Level 1 Piano Solo