I stood on the Atlantic Ocean On the wide Pacific shore Heard the Queen of flowing mountains To the South Belle by the door She's long and tall and handsome She's loved by one and all She's a modern combination Called the Wabash Cannonball Now listen to the jingle The rumble and the roar Riding through the woodlands Through the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of engines Hear that lonesome hobo squall Riding through the jungles On the Wabash Cannonball Now the eastern states are dandies So the western people say From New York to St. Louis And Chicago by the way Through the hills of Minnesota Where them rippling waters fall No chances can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball Now listen to the jingle The rumble and the roar Riding through the woodlands Through the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of engines Hear that lonesome hobo squall Riding through the jungles On the Wabash Cannonball Here's to Daddy Claxton May his name forever stand Will he be remembered Through parts of all our land? When his earthly race is over The curtain 'round him falls We'll carry him on to victory On the Wabash Cannonball Listen to the jingle The rumble and the roar Riding through the woodlands Through the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of engines Hear that lonesome hobo squall Riding through the jungles On the Wabash Cannonball