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