From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific shoreFrom the green New Hampshire mountains to the Southland's Cajun loreShe's streamlined and she's welcomed by the trainmen one and allShe's a railroad institution called the Wabash CannonballListen to the jingle of the rumble and the roarAs she rolls on down the mountain from the hills and by the shoreIn the mighty rush of the engine hear the lonesome whistles callHear it mingle with the jingle of the Wabash CannonballShe came down to Farmingham one cold December dayAs she rolled into the station you could hear the people sayThere's a girl from Tennessee, she's long and she's tallShe came down to Birmingham on the Wabash CannonballBut western states are dandy so the western people sayFrom Pittsburgh to St. Louis, Cincinnati by the wayFrom the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters fallTo the flatlands of New Jersey on the Wabash CannonballWe'll drink a toast to Casey Jones' mad name forever standHe's built a reputation with the railroads of our landHis final run is over and before the curtains fallWe'll carry him back to Dixie on the Wabash CannonballListen to the jingle of the rumble and the roarAs she rolls on down the mountains from the hills and by the shoreNear the mighty rush of the engine hear the lonesome whistles callHear it mingle with the jingle of the Wabash Cannonball*