Wabash Cannonball

(albüm: Tracks & Trains - 1971)

From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the banks of the sweet Maryland, to the ice-bound Labrador
It's a scene of magic splendor, that is known by one and all
She's a modern combination called the Wabash Cannonball

Listen to the jingle, to the rumble and the roar
As she dances through the woodlands, that steals along the shore
She's a mighty rushing engine, you can hear them hobos call
As they ride the rods and the brake beams on the Wabash Cannonball

Your cities may be fairer, as you can plainly see
From Saint Paul to Minneapolis, and the famous Albany
Then back to ole Niagara where the laughing waters fall
You can hear them hobos singing on the Wabash Cannonball

Here's health to daddy Claxton, may his name forever stand
And always be respected by folks throughout the land
And when his mortal race is run and the curtains around him fall
We'll carry him home to Glory on the Wabash Cannonball