Tom: D
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Well, listen to the rumble, the rattle, and the roar
A D
She glides along the woodlands, down the hills and by the shore.
D G
Hear the mighty rush of engine, hear the lonesome hobo call
A D
Ride the rosin, break a bead on the Wabash Cannonball
D G
Well, she rode into Birmingham on a cold December day,
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All around the station, you could hear the people say.
D G
She’s a girl from Tennessee. She’s long. She’s tall.
A D
No changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball
D G
Well, the eastern states are dandy, so the people always say
A D
New York, by the harbor, to Chicago, by the way.
D G
Now to Minnesota, where the rippling waters fall,
A D
Ride the rosin, break a bead on the Wabash Cannonball
D G
Well, now she goes to Memphis, to New Mexico
A D
Flies through East St. Louie lord. She never does it slow.
D G
Sails to Colorado, lettin’ out an awful squall
A D
You can tell her by her whistle, she’s the Wabash Cannonball
D G
Well, here's to Denny Claxton, may his name forever stand
A D
Always be remember in the courts of Alabam’.
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When his earthly reign is over and his curtain ‘round him falls
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We’ll carry him home in glory on the Wabash Cannonball
