Song Name: | Wabash Cannonball | By: | Unknown |
Posted By: | malotte | Difficulty: | Beginner |
Key: | G | Genre: | General |
Harp Type: | Any | ||
Created: | 2004-12-01 07:12:26 | Modified: | 0000-00-00 00:00:00 |
Song: | 6 6 6 6 6 7 -8 8 9
I stood on the At-lan-tic O-cean, 9 9 8 8 -8 7 5 On the wide Pa-cif-ic shore, -6 -6 6 6 -7 -8 8 -8 Saw the queen of flow-ing riv-ers, -8 -8 -7 7 -7 -6 6 Might-y moun-tains by the score. 6 6 6 6 7 -8 8 9 She's long and she's tall and hand-some, 9 9 8 8 -8 7 5 Yes, she's loved by one and all. -6 -6 6 6 -7 -8 8 -8 She's a mod-ern com-bin-a-tion -8 -8 -7 6 -6 -7 7 Called the Wa-bash Can-non-ball. chorus Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar. Riding through the woodlands, to the hills and by the shore, Hear the mighty rush of the engine, Hear the lonesome hobo squall, Riding through the jungles On the Wabash Cannonball. verse 2 Now, the eastern sates are dandies, So the western people say. From New York to St. Louis And Chicago by the way. Through the hills of Minnesota Where the rippling waters fall, No chances can be taken On the Wabash Cannonball. chorus Here's to Daddy Claxton, May his name forever stand, May he ever be remembered Through parts of all our land, When his earthly race is over And the curtains 'round him fall, We'll carry him to Glory On the Wabash Cannonball. chorus |