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From the great |
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Atlantic Ocean to the wide |
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Pacific shore |
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From the green ol' |
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Smoky Mountains to the south lands by the shore |
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She's mighty tall and handsome and she's known quite well by all |
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She's the regular combination of the |
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Wabash Cannonball |
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Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar |
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As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore |
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Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobos call |
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You're traveling through the jungles on the |
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Wabash Cannonball |
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Our eastern states are dandy, so the people always say |
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From New York to |
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St Louis with |
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Chicago by the way |
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From the hills of |
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Minnesota where the rippling waters fall |
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No changes can be taken on the |
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Wabash Cannonball |
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Now here's to |
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Daddy Claxton, may his name forever stand |
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And always be remembered through the courts throughout the land |
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His earthly race is over, now the curtains round him fall |
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We'll carry him home to victory on the |
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Wabash Cannonball |
