From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific shore,We know glowing mountains to the south bill by the shore.She's mighty tall and pants on and won't cry well by all,She's a combination on the wall that's cannonball.She came down from Birmingham on cold December day,As she pulled into the station you could hear the people say,There's a gal aboard from Tennessee, she's long and she's tall,She came down from Birmingham on the wall that's cannonball.Our eastern states are dandy so the western folks all say,From New York to St. Louis and Chicago by the way.From the hills of Minnesota and Ritalin water's small,No changes can be taken on the wall that's cannonball.Now here's to Daddy Clarkson, may his name forever stand,And always be remembered in the courts throughout the land.His earthly reign is over and the curtains round him fall,We'll carry home to victory on the wall that's cannonball.Now listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roll,As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore.Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the morsel bubbles call,Far into the jungle on the wall that's cannonball.