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Well, listen to the rumble, the rattle, and the roar
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She glides along the woodlands, down the hills and by the shore.
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Hear the mighty rush of engine, hear the lonesome hobo call
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Ride the rosin, break a bead on the Wabash Cannonball


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Well, she rode into Birmingham on a cold December day,
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All around the station, you could hear the people say.
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She’s a girl from Tennessee. She’s long. She’s tall.
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No changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball


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Well, the eastern states are dandy, so the people always say
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New York, by the harbor, to Chicago, by the way.
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Now to Minnesota, where the rippling waters fall,
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Ride the rosin, break a bead on the Wabash Cannonball


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Well, now she goes to Memphis, to New Mexico
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Flies through East St. Louie lord. She never does it slow.
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Sails to Colorado, lettin’ out an awful squall
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You can tell her by her whistle, she’s the Wabash Cannonball


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Well, here's to Denny Claxton, may his name forever stand
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Always be remember in the courts of Alabam’.
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 When his earthly reign is over and his curtain ‘round him falls
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We’ll carry him home in glory on the Wabash Cannonball