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 welcome by the train and 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 those lonesome whistle's call Hear the mingle with the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball
She came down from 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
Eastern states are dandy so the western people say From Pittsburg to St Louis and Cincinnati by the way From the hills of Minnesotta where the wrippling waters fall The flatlands of New Jersey on the Wabash Cannonball
We'll drink a toast to Casey Jones may his name forever stand He's built a reputation with the railroads of our land His final run is over nad all the curtains fall We'll carry him back to Dixie on the Wabash Cannonball Listen to the jingle...