Lyrics:
and handsome and known quite well by all
She's a combination on the Wabash Cannonball
She came down from Birmingham one cold December day
As she rolled into
quite well by all
She's a combination on the Wabash Cannonball
Now she came down from Birmingham one cold December day
As she pulled into the station you
and handsome and known quite well by all
She's the combination of the Wabash Cannonball
Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar
As she glides along
and handsome and known quite well by all
She's the combination on the Wabash Cannonball
She came down from Birmingham one cold December day
As she pulled into
to you all
Now I know I stole this steam from the Wabash Cannonball
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
Up the hills and down
Anywhere I chance to roam;
The music on the Wabash that I left behind
Calls me back home.
Oh, how I'd love to see that lazy river,
Stop and hive her my
Anywhere I chance to roam;
The music on the Wabash that I left behind
Calls me back home.
Oh, how I'd love to see that lazy river,
Stop and hive her my
Anywhere I chance to roam;
The music on the Wabash that I left behind
Calls me back home.
Oh, how I'd love to see that lazy river,
Stop and hive her my
donnert er durchs Tal,
und die Leute sagen, hört ihr den Wabash Cannon Ball?
In der Stunde der Gespenster fährt der Geisterzug durch′s Land,
auf die Reihe
and handsome she's known quite well by all
She's a regular combination on the Wabash Cannonball
[Chorus]
Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
Anywhere I chance to roam;
The music on the Wabash that I left behind
Calls me back home.
Oh, how I'd love to see that lazy river,
Stop and hive her my
grass blade
Where the salt from their tears
Washed out with the tide
And I smiled on the Wabash
The last time I passed it
Yes, I gave her a wink
From
of the engine hear the lonesome hoboes squall
They're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball
She came down from Birmingham one cold December day
On the Banks of the Wabash, Far Away
Written by Paul Dresser
Composed by Paul Dresser
'Round my Indiana homesteads wave the cornfields,
In
mown hay sends all its fragrance
From the fields I used to roam.
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash,
Then I long for my Indiana home.
mown hay sends all its fragrance
From the fields I used to roam.
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash,
Then I long for my Indiana home.
tall?
Who's gonna play the Opry
And the Wabash Cannonball?
Who's gonna give their heart and soul
To get to me and you?
Lord, I wonder, who's gonna
mown hay sends all its fragrance
From the fields I used to roam.
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash,
Then I long for my Indiana home.
Oh, those Wabash Blues
I know I got my dues
A lonesome soul am I
I feel that I could die
Candle light that gleams
Taunts me in my dreams
I'll
falling, Wabash whistle has blowed.
Plums are falling, Wabash whistle has blowed.
I hate to leave you sweet woman, but I've got to go.
Well I can't stay
Oh, those Wabash Blues
I know I got my dues
A lonesome soul am I
I feel that I could die
Candle light that gleams
Taunts me in my dreams
I'll
mown hay sends all its fragrance
From the fields I used to roam.
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash,
Then I long for my Indiana home.
mown hay sends all its fragrance
From the fields I used to roam.
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash,
Then I long for my Indiana home.
mown hay sends all its fragrance
From the fields I used to roam.
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash,
Then I long for my Indiana home.
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