Hank Snow — Wabash Cannonball

From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific shore From the banks of the sweet Maryland, to the ice-bound Labrador It's a scene of magic splendor, that is known by one and all She's a modern combination called the Wabash Cannonball Listen to the jingle, to the rumble and the roar As she dances through the woodlands, that steals along the shore She's a mighty rushin' engine, you can hear them hobos call As they ride the rods and the brake beams on the Wabash Cannonball Your cities may be fairer, as you can plainly see From Saint Paul to Minneapolis, and the famous Albany Then back to ole Niagara where the laughing waters fall You can hear them hobos singin' on the Wabash Cannonball Here's health to daddy Claxton, may his name forever stand And always be respected by folks throughout the land And when his mortal race is run and the curtains around him fall We'll carry him home to Glory on the Wabash Cannonball