Wabash Cannonball/Tolono

From the great Atlantic Ocean to the white Pacific Shore
To the green and growing mountains and the ____ by the shore
She ain't so tall and handsome but she's quite well known by all
She's a modern combination of the Wabash Cannonball

Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar
She glides along the woodland
Over the hills and by the shore
Hear the rush of the mighty engine
Hear the lonesome hobos call
He's riding through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball

Our eastern states are dandy
So the people always say
From New York to Chicago
And Rock Island by the way
From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall
No changes to be taken on the Wabash Cannonball

Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar
She glides along the woodland
Over the hills and by the shore
Hear the rush of the mighty engine
Hear the lonesome hobos call
He's riding through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball

Now heres to Daddy Claxton
May his name forever stand
And always be remembered
In the courts thoughout the land
His earthly race is over and as the curtains around him fall
We'll carry him home to Dixie on the Wabash Cannonball

Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar
She glides along the woodland
Over the hills and by the shore
Hear the rush of the mighty engine
Hear the lonesome hobos call
He's riding through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball

I was headed for Tolono
On the Wabash Cannonball
Norfolk and Western all the way
St. Louis down the line
Detroit somewhere behind
I thought I heard that old conductor say

No round trip ticket, you're on the final run
This Cannonball is never comin' back
Tomorrow she'll just be another memory
And an echo down a rusty railroad track

I got off at Tolono, just below Champagne
A flagstop on the edge of yesterday
The whistle blew a song, I whispered "So long"
Waved my hand and slowly walked away

No round trip ticket, you're on the final run
This Cannonball is never comin' back
Tomorrow she'll just be another memory
And an echo down a rusty railroad track

I think about tomorrow, wonder why it is
We give up all the things we love the most
Goodbye, you old hog. I'll have to ride the Dog
Till they build a subway coast to coast

No round trip ticket, you're on the final run
This Cannonball is never comin' back
Tomorrow she'll just be another memory
And an echo down a rusty railroad track