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Wabash Cannonball
A  Capo#2-GCD
beat 200
 G                                                 C
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
     D                                                    G
She climbs the flowery mountains to the south bell by the shore
 G                                                        C
She's mighty tall and handsome, she's known quite well by all
          D                                  G
She's the perfect combination of the Wabash Cannonball

chorus
 G                                        C
Listen to the jungle, the rumble and the roar
      D                                                       G
As she glides along the woodlandS through the hills and by the shore
                                                             C
Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear that lonesome hobos call
         D                                           G
You're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball


 G                                               C
She came down from Birmingham one cold December day
     D                                                        G
As she pulled into the station you could hear all the people say
 G                                                   C
There's a girl from Tennessee, she's long and she's tall
       D                                          G
She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball

chorus
 G                                        C
Listen to the jungle, the rumble and the roar
      D                                                       G
As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore
                                                             C
Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear that lonesome hobos call
         D                                           G
You're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball


 G                                                 C
Our eastern states are dandy, so the people always say
     D                                       G
From New York to St-Louis and Chicago by the way.
 G                                                    C
From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall
      D                                     G      
No changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball.

chorus
 G                                        C
Listen to the jungle, the rumble and the roar
      D                                                       G
As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore
                                                             C
Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear that lonesome hobos call
         D                                           G
You're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball


 G                                            C
Here's to daddy Claxton, may is name forever stand
     D                                         G
And always be remembered 'round the ports of Alabam
 G                                                    C
His heartly race is over and the curtains 'round him fall
       D                                          G
We'll carry him home to Dixie on the Wabash Cannonball

chorus
 G                                        C
Listen to the jungle, the rumble and the roar
      D                                                       G
As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore
                                                             C
Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear that lonesome hobos call
         D                                           G
You're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball