Lyrics:

Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland, o'er the hills and by the shore
Hear the rush of the mighty engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call
He's riding through the jungle on the Wabash Cannnonball

Now the western states are dandies, so the southern people say
From Chicago and St. Louis and Peoria by the way
To the lake of Minnesota, where the rippling waters flow
No chances to be taken on the Wabash Cannonball

Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland, o'er the hills and by the shore
Hear the rush of the mighty engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call
He's riding through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball

She pulled in to the station one cold December day
As she rolled up to the platform, you could hear all the people say
"Now there's a gal from Birmingham, she's long and she's tall
She came down from Georgia on the Wabash Cannonball"

Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland, o'er the hills and by the shore
Hear the rush of the mighty engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call
He's riding through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball

Now here's to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever stand
And always be remembered in the courts of all the land
His earthly race is over and as the curtain falls
We'll carry him back to Dixie on the Wabash Cannonball
Wabash Cannonball

Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland, o'er the hills and by the shore
Hear the rush of the mighty engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call
He's riding through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball