“Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar, as she glides along the woodland
Over the hills and by the shore
Hear the rush of the mighty engine, hear the lonesome hobos call
He’s riding through the jungle on the Wabash cannonball

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

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

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”

- Written by Roy Acuff.