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K:G From the [G]rocky-bound Atlantic to the [C]south Pacific shore, From the [D7]coast of Maryland to the ice-bound Labra-[G]dor; There's a train of splendor and it's [C]quite well known to all, The [D7]modern 'commodation called the Wabash Cannon-[G]ball. Great [G]cities of importance, they we [C]reach upon our way, Chi-[D7]cago and Saint Louis, Rock Island so they [G]say; Springfield and Decatur, [C]Peoria and them all, We [D7]reach them by no other than the Wabash Cannon-[G]ball. You can [G]hear the merry jingle and the [C]rumble and the roar, As she [D7]dashes through the woodland, comes creeping 'long the [G]shore; We hear the engine's whistle and the [C]merry hoboes call, As they [D7]ride the rods and brake-beams on the Wabash Cannon-[G]ball. There are [G]other cities, partner, as [C]you can easily see, Saint [D7]Paul and Minneapolis and the famous Albert [G]Lea; The lakes of Minnehaha where the [C]laughing waters fall, We [D7]reach them by no other than the Wabash Cannon-[G]ball. Now [G]here's to Daddy Claxton, may his [C]name forever stand, He's a [D7]brakeman that's respected by the hoboes in the [G]land; And when his days are over and the [C]curtains round him fall, May his [D7]spirit ever linger on the Wabash Cannon-[G]ball. You can [G]hear the merry jingle and the [C]rumble and the roar, As she [D7]dashes through the woodland, comes creeping 'long the [G]shore; We hear the engine's whistle and the [C]merry hoboes call, As they [D7]ride the rods and brake-beams on the Wabash Cannon-[G]ball. (Note: The Wabash Cannonball is a mythical train that runs everywhere, and the song about it mostly lists its stops. According to one anecdote, the train had seven hundred cars and rode on a railroad each tie of which was made from an entire redwood tree. The conductor punched tickets by shooting holes with a .45 caliber automatic. The train went so fast that after it stopped, it was still going sixty-five miles an hour. {i}For more information about this song, see{/i} {i}"Long Steel Rail, The Railroad in American Folksong" by Norm Cohen.{/i})