Wabash Cannonball

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This is song is a piece of history; with many, many variations on lyrics. This set of lyrics comes from my mother's fakebook. (Her fakebook is comprised of sheets from various fiddle books she got at music shops when she was a teenager around 1970, so I'm not sure the source.) [Wikipedia: Its first documented appearance was on sheet music published in 1882, titled "The G reat Rock Island Route" and credited to J. A. Roff. All subsequent versions contain a variation of the ch orus. ... The Carter Family made one of the first recordings of the song in 1929, though it was not relea sed until1932. Another popular version was recorded by Roy Acuff in 1936.] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wabash_Cannonball According to an article posted to HistoryNewsNetwork.org by James W Loewen on on Jun 23, 2013, the destinations listed in the song are likely a mix of places along The Great Rock Island Route and the Wabash tracks: Two different railroads. The Wabash connected Chicago to St. Louis. It also went to Detroit and Kansas City. The "jungle" may refer to "hobo jungles" at the edge of train yards. http://historynewsnetwork.org/blog/152354#sthash.81ryCsW5.dpuf According to a forum post by "Thelma Phillips" on Feb 16, 2002, "In 1984 I wrote to Roy Acuff, and asked him who "Daddy Claxton" was and who wrote that verse. He answered me and said "Nobody knows who wrote the Wabash Cannon Ball". http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/read/CLAXTON/2002-02/1013842193
 
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[Verse 1]
G                                                 C
From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific shore,
            D                                                G
To the green old flow'ring mountains, to the ice-bound Labrador
G                                                     C
She's long and tall and handsome and known quite well to all.
D                                                          G
She's the modern combination called the Wabash Cannonball.
 
{ CHORUS }
G                                           C
So listen to the jingle, the jumble and the roar
           D                                                        G
as she glides along the woodlands, through the hills and by the shore.
G                                                            C
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, and the lonesome hoboes squall,
          D                                               G
While riding through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball.
 
[Verse 2]
G                                                C
She came in from Birmingham on a cold and frosty day.
        D                                                  G
As she rolled into the station, you could hear the people say,
 G                                                            C
"There’s a gal out there form Tennessee, she’s long, boy, and tall.
D                                                          G
She's the modern combination called the Wabash Cannonball."
 
{ CHORUS }
G                                           C
So listen to the jingle, the jumble and the roar
           D                                                        G
as she glides along the woodlands, through the hills and by the shore.
G                                                            C
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, and the lonesome hoboes squall,
          D                                               G
While riding through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball.
 
[Verse 3]
        G                                           C
Now the Eastern states are dandy, so all the people say,
     D                                          G
From New York to Saint Louis and Chicago by the way,
         G                                             C
From the lakes of Minnehaha where the laughing waters fall,
    D                                                   G
No change in standard gauging on the Wabash Cannonball.
 
{ CHORUS }
G                                           C
So listen to the jingle, the jumble and the roar
           D                                                        G
as she glides along the woodlands, through the hills and by the shore.
G                                                            C
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, and the lonesome hoboes squall,
          D                                               G
While riding through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball.