[ Предположительная тональность: G ] The Wabash Cannonball:Big John Khat And The Highland Blues Band. Recorded live in Metz, France in 1962. (Always got a lot of requests for this one, no matter where we played. I learned this version as a wee lad, way back when. However, there are several versions of the lyrics.. the original is believed to have been written in 1882.) #1. G C From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore.. D G she climbs the flowery mountains, over hills and by the shore. G C She's mighty tall and handsome, and she's known quite well by all. D G She's the hobo's accomodation..the Wabash Cannonball. #2. G C Oh, the Eastern states are dandy, so the Western people say.. D G Chicago, Rock Island, St. Louis..by the way. G C To the lakes of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall.. D G no changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball. CHORUS: G C Oh, listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar.. D G as she glides along the woodland, over hills and by the shore. G C Hear the mighty rush of her engine..hear the lonesome hobos call.. D G she glides along the woodlands, the Wabash Cannonball. #3. G C Well, she came on down from Birming-Town one cold December day.. D G as she pulled into the station you could hear all the people say. G C She's from Tennessee..she's long and she's tall. D G She come on down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball. #4. G C Oh, here's to Daddy Claxon, let his name forever be.. D G and long be remembered in the courts of Tennessee. G C For he's a good old rounder 'til the curtains 'round him fall.. D G he'll be carried on to Glory on the Wabash Cannonball. #5. G C I have rode the I.C. Limited, also the Royal Blue.. D G across the Eastern counties on Elkhorn Number Two. G C I have rode those highball trains, from coast to coast and all.. D G but I have found no equal to the Wabash Cannonball. CHORUS: G C Oh, listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar.. D G as she winds along the woodlands, over hills and by the shore. G C She's a mighty pretty lady, she's long and she's tall.. D G she's come on down from Birming-Town..the Wabash Cannonball. OUTRO: G C Oh, listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar.. D G as she winds along the woodlands, over hills and by the shore. G C Hear the mighty rush of her engine..hear the lonesome hobos call.. D G she's ridin' on to Glory..the Wabash Cannonball..(Fade.) An 1882 smash from Kraziekhat.
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