G                                           C 
    Out from the wide Pacific to the broad Atlantic shore, 
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    she climbs flowery mountains o’er hills and by the shore. 
                                                                               C 
    Although she's tall and handsome and she's known quite well by all, 
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    she's a regular combination of the Wabash Cannonball. 

                  G                                                   C 
    Oh, the eastern states are dandy, so the western people say, 
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    Chicago, Rock Island, St. Louis by the way. 
                                                                C 
    To the lakes of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall, 
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    no changes to be taken on the Wabash Cannonball. 

           G                                  C 
    Oh, listen to the jingle, the rumor and the roar, 
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    as she glides along the woodlands o’er hills and by the shore. 
                                                                             C 
    She climbs the flowery mountains, hear the merry hobos squall, 
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    she glides along the woodlands, the Wabash Cannonball. 

            G                                                 C 
    Oh, here's Old Daddy Cleton, let his name forever be, 
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    and long be remembered in the courts of Tennessee. 
                                                               C 
    For he is a good old rounder, till the curtain round him fall, 
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    he'll be carried back to victory on the Wabash Cannonball. 

                G                                  C 
    I have rode the I.C. Limited, also the Royal Blue 
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    across the eastern countries on mail car number two. 
                G                                               C 
    I have rode those highball trains from coast to coast that's all, 
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    but I have found no equal to the Wabash Cannonball. 

           G                                  C 
    Oh, listen to the jingle, the rumor and the roar, 
                  D                                               D7                       G 
    as she glides along the woodlands o’er hills and by the shore. 
                                                                             C 
    She climbs the flowery mountains, hear the merry hobos squall, 
             D                                                 D7                      G 
    she glides along the woodlands, the Wabash Cannonball