She Came Down From Birmingham She came down from Birmingham one cold December day As she rode into the station you could hear the people say That's her ain't from Indiana, she's long and she's tall A handsome combination called the Wabash Cannonball Hey, listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar As she comes down the mountains, through the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rideship engine, hear the lonesome hobos call He's racing through this jungle on the Wabash Cannonball From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific shore From the green and flowing mountains to the hotel by the moor She's long and she's handsome and quite well known by all A handsome combination called the Wabash Cannonball Hey, listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar As she comes down the mountains, through the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rideship engine, hear the lonesome hobos call He's racing through this jungle on the Wabash Cannonball Well, here's to that old engine, his name will ever stand He'll always be remembered in the course throughout the land This mighty race is over as the curtains round it fall He'll carry him back to Dixie on the Wabash Cannonball Hey, listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar As she comes down the mountains, through the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rideship engine, hear the lonesome hobos call Yeah, he's racing through this jungle on the Wabash Cannonball