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WABASH CANNON BALL (Traditional - Alvin P. Carter) The Carter Family - 1927 Roy Acuff - 1938 Deuce Spriggins & His Orch. - 1946 Lonnie Donegan - 1956 "Little" Jimmy Dickens & The Country Boys - 1957 Red River Dave & His Texas Tophands - 1957 Eddy Arnold - 1959 Blind Willie McTell - 1960 Ernest Tubb & His Texas Troubadours - 1960 Jean Ritchie & Doc Watson - 1963 Pete Seeger - 1961 Ramblin' Jack Elliott - 1962 Hank Locklin - 1962 Bing Crosby - 1963 The Limeliters - 1963 The Ventures (Instr.) - 1963 Connie Francis & Hank Williams Jr. - 1964 Hank Thompson & His Brazos Valley Boys - 1964 Lester Flatt & Earl Scruggs - 1965 Johnny Cash - 1966 Wanda Jackson - 1967 Dick Todd - 1967 Chet Atkins (Instr.) - 1967 The Louvin Btothers - 1967 Bonnie Owens & The Strangers - 1968 Jerry Reed - 1968 Billy Walker - 1968 Carl Smith - 1969 The Charlatans - 1969 Dick Curless - 1970 Jim & Jesse - 1970 Willie Nelson - 1970 Danny Davis & The Nashville Brass (Instr.) - 1970 Hank Snow - 1971 Boots Randolph (Instr.) - 1972 Bashful Brother Oswald - 1972 The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band & Doc Watson - 1972 Charlie McCoy (Instr.) - 1976 Willie Nelson & Hank Wilson - 1984 Front Porch String Band - 1992 Townes Van Zandt - 1994 Also recorded by: Norman & Nancy Blake; Boxcar Willie; Mother Maybelle Carter; Judy Canova; Floyd Cramer; The Chieftains; Travis Edmondson; Kinky Friedman; Foster & Allen; The Four Lads; Robert Fripp; Glen Yarbrough; Lawrence Welk; Patsy Montana; Moon Mullican; Dan Zane; Merle Travis; Bill Monroe; Nashville Superpickers; Dolly Parton; Fiddlin' Mutt Poston; Leon Russell; Kay Starr; Billy Strange; Phil Coulter; The Wood Brothers; Mac Wiseman; The Easy Riders; Hank Ferguson; Spade Cooley & Tex Williams; John Greenway; James Coffey; Clarence Jackson; Benny Martin; Lawrence Welk; Billy Strange; Ray Smith: ....... and others. From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific Shore From sunny California to icebound Labrador She's mighty tall and handsome, she's known quite well by all She's the 'bos accomodation called the Wabash Cannon Ball Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar As she glides along the woodlands, through the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear those lonesome hobos call While travelling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannon Ball This train she runs to Memphis, Mattoon and Mexico She rolls through East St. Louis and she never does it slow As she flies through Colorado, she gives an awful squall They tell her by her whistle, the Wabash Cannon Ball Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar As she glides along the woodlands, through the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear those lonesome hobos call While travelling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannon Ball 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 rippling waters fall No changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannon Ball Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar As she glides along the woodlands, through the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear those lonesome hobos call While travelling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannon Ball Now here's to Boston Blackie**, may his name forever stand And always be remembered by the 'bos throughout the land His earthly days are over and the curtains round him fall We'll carry him home to glory on the Wabash Cannon Ball Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar As she glides along the woodlands, through the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear those lonesome hobos call While travelling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannon Ball ** The name "Boston Blackie" is often replaced by "Daddy Claxton" **************************************** ALTERNATE VERSION: From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific shore From the green and flowery mountains to the south belt by the shore She's mighty tall and handsome, she's known quite well by all She's a modern combination called the Wabash Cannon Ball Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar As she glides along the woodlands, over hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call Traveling through the jungles on the Wabash Cannon Ball Oh the Eastern States are dandy, so the Western people say From New York to Chicago, and Rock Island by the way From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall No chances to be taken on the Wabash Cannon Ball Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar As she glides along the woodlands, over hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call Travelling through the jungles on the Wabash Cannon Ball I rode the IC Limited, also the Royal Blue Across the Eastern counties on the Elkhorn number two I rode these highball trains from coast to coast, and that's all But I have found no equal to the Wabash Cannon Ball Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar As she glides along the woodlands, over hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call Travelling through the jungles on the Wabash Cannon Ball Here's to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever be Always be remembered in the courts of Tennessee His earthly race is over now, the curtains round him fall They're carrying him home to victory on the Wabash Cannon Ball Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar As she glides along the woodlands, over hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call Traveling through the jungles on the Wabash Cannon Ball *********************************** ALTERNATE VERSES FROM VARIOUS RECORDINGS: From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore From the green ol' Smoky mountains to the south lands by the shore She's mighty tall and handsome, and she's known quite well by all She's the regular combination known as the Wabash Cannon Ball From the waves of the Atlantic to the wide Pacific shore From the coast of California to icebound Labrador There's a train of a duesy layout that's known quite well by all The 'bos accommodations called the Wabash Cannon Ball This train runs into Quincy, Monroe an' Mexico Roars through Kansas City an' she's never run'n slow She whips into Birmingham an' makes a awful squall Folks know by 'er whistle, she's the Wabash Cannon Ball Now the train it is a wonder and it travels mighty fast It is made of shining silver and it takes off like a blast You leave Mobile at seven, at eight you reach St Paul And there's a lonely whistle on the Wabash Cannon Ball 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 Cannon Ball I've rode the I.C. Limited, also the Royal Blue And I have travelled many a mile on mail train number two I've rode those highball trains from coast to coast that's all And I have found no equal to the Wabash Cannon Ball Here's to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever stand As the man that built the railway throught this here land When his earthly race is over, and the curtain around him falls We'll carry him home to victory, on the Wabash Cannon Ball ******************************** As recorded by ROY ACUFF: From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific shore From the green and flowing mountains to the south belt by the shore She's mighty tall and handsome, and known quite well by all She's the combination known as the Wabash Cannon Ball Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar As she glides along the woodlands, o'er the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear that lonesome hobo squall You're travelling through the jungles on the Wabash Cannon Ball She came down from Birmingham, one cold December day As she rolled into the station, you could hear all the people say There's a girl from Tennessee, she's long and she's tall She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar as she glides along the woodland, o'er the hills and by the shore hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear that lonesome hobo squall you're travelling through the jungles on the Wabash Cannon Ball 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 changes can be taken on that Wabash Cannon Ball Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar As she glides along the woodland, o'er the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear that lonesome hobo squall You're travelling through the jungles on the Wabash Cannon Ball Here's to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever stand And always be remembered 'round the courts of Alabam' His earthly race is over and the curtains 'round him fall We'll carry him home to victory on the Wabash Cannon Ball Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar As she glides along the woodland, o'er the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear that lonesome hobo squall You're travelling through the jungles on the Wabash Cannon Ball ****************************************** As recorded by LONNIE DONEGAN: She came down from Birmingham one cold December day As she rolled into the station you could hear the people say That train from Indiana she's long and she's tall A handsome combination called the Wabash Cannonball Hey listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar As she comes down the mountains, through the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of engine, hear the lonesome hobos call He's a racing through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific shore From the green and flowing mountains to the old dell by the moor (sic) She's long and she's handsome, and quite well known by all A handsome combination called the Wabash Cannonball Hey listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar As she comes down the mountains, through the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of engine, hear the lonesome hobos call He's a racing through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball Well here's to that old engineer, his name will ever stand He'll always be remembered in the courts throughout the land When this mighty race is over and the curtain round it falls They'll carry him back to Dixie on the Wabash Cannonball. Hey listen to the jingle, hear the rumble, hear the roar As she comes down the mountains, through the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of engine, hear the lonesome hobos call Aaahhhhh! You're racing through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball ***********************************

    


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