From the great Atlantic ocean
To the wide Pacific shore
From the green New Hampshire mountains
To the Southland's Cajun lore
She's streamlined and she's welcomed
By the trainmen one and all
She's a railroad institution
Called the Wabash Cannonball

Listen to the jingle
The rumble and the roar
As she rolls on down the mountains
From the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine
Hear that lonesome whistle squall
It mingled with the jingle
On the Wabash Cannonball

She came down through Birmingham
One cold December day
As she rolled into the station
You could hear the people say
There's a girl from Tennessee
She's long and she's tall
She came down from Birmingham
On the Wabash Cannonball

Our eastern states are dandies
So the western people say
From [?] to St. Louis
Cincinnati by the way
From the hills of Minnesota
Where the rippling waters fall
The flatlands of New Jersey
On the Wabash Cannonball

Well take that ghost of Casey Jones
May his name forever stand
He has built a reputation
With the railroads of our land
His final run is over
And before the curtains fall
We'll carry him back to Dixie
On the Wabash Cannonball

Listen to the jingle
The rumble and the roar
As she rolls on down the mountains
From the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine
Hear that lonesome whistle squall
It mingled with the jingle
On the Wabash Cannonball