Good god there’s a glitch
Someone threw her down the ditch
With the promise of a life she didn’t have to bloody stitch
Two beans to a line just to pay her way on time
She should have the trappings of a life so fine
They’re shooting off the rounds through the dead night
Shells are raining on the souls that pray to god and ask why?
But she don’t wanna fight, for her chance to breathe and be free
To see the sun at first light

And when I see her eyes, I see souls afraid to go home to pray to god and ask why?
But she don’t wanna fight, for her chance to breathe and be free
To see the sun at first light.

Verse 1

From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore

From the queen of flowing mountains to the south side by the shore

She's mighty tall and handsome and known quite well by all

She's the combination on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 2

Now She came down from Birmingham one cold December day

As she rolled into the station you could hear all the people say

There's that gal from Tennessee she's long and she's tall

She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 3

Yeah Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar

As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore

Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear that lonesome hobo call

You're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 4

Our Eastern states are dandy so the people always say

From New York to St. Louis and Chicago by the way

From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall

No chances can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 5

So Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar

As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore

Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear that lonesome hobo call

You're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball

Traditional arranged by

Manuel Galvin & Jean-Jacques Milteau