For years I've ridden on this line Across the country side I've always been well treated Though I took the hobo's ride And when my days are over And the curtains round me fall Please ship me off to heaven On the Wabash Cannon Ball!
Now hear the engine's whistle It's a mighty lonesome call As we ride the bars on the empty cars of the Wabash Cannon Ball. From the waves of the Atlantic To the wild Pacific Shore From the Coast of California To snowbound Labrador There's a train of fancy layout That's well known to us all It's the hobo's home when he wants to roam It's the Wabash Cannon Ball.
Full lyrics to this masterpiece of a song: Now listen to her rumble Now listen to her roar As she echoes down the valley And flies along the shore Now hear the engine's whistle It's a mighty lonesome call As we ride the bars on the empty cars of the Wabash Cannon Ball From the waves of the Atlantic To the wild Pacific Shore From the Coast of California To snowbound Labrador There's a train of fancy layout That's well known to us all It's the hobo's home when he wants to roam It's the Wabash Cannon Ball. Now listen to her rumble Now listen to her roar As she echoes down the valley And flies along the shore Now hear the engine's whistle It's a mighty lonesome call As we ride the bars on the empty cars of the Wabash Cannon Ball There's lots of places partner that you can go to see. St. Paul and Kansas City Des Moines and Kankakee The lakes of Minnehaha Where the laughin' waters fall You reach them by no other Than the Wabash Cannon Ball. Now listen to her rumble Now listen to her roar As she echoes down the valley And flies along the shore Now hear the engine's whistle It's a mighty lonesome call As we ride the bars on the empty cars of the Wabash Cannon Ball For years I've ridden on this line Across the country side I've always been well treated Though I took the hobo's ride And when my days are over And the curtains round me fall Please ship me off to heaven On the Wabash Cannon Ball! Now listen to her rumble Now listen to her roar As she echoes down the valley And flies along the shore Now hear the engine's whistle It's a mighty lonesome call As we ride the bars on the empty cars of the Wabash Cannon Ball
Now listen to her rumble Now listen to her roar As she echoes down the valley And flies along the shore Now hear the engine's whistle It's a mighty lonesome call As we ride the bars on the empty cars of the Wabash Cannon Ball There's lots of places partner that you can go to see. St. Paul and Kansas City Des Moines and Kankakee The lakes of Minnehaha Where the laughin' waters fall You reach them by no other Than the Wabash Cannon Ball.
Johnny cash and Boxcar Willie have a version of this song, but this version is the best! That whistling at the end reminds me of Sittin on the Dock of the Bay by Otis Redding. Old music like this is better than most of the modern day garbage! I love the OLDIES!!!!
I grew up listening to this LP, first on an old Victrola console then on a "new" 1958 Zenith Cobramatic Hi Fi. The transition from "low fi" to Hi-fi is the most dramatic change in music I've ever heard. Stereo, Quadraphonic, Digital? Some better than other steps but hearing this song in high fi for the first time was quite a rush. (As well as the other best songs from Merrill Jay singers on this album: Wreck of the Old 97 and Casey Jones.) There are no 'bad' songs but those 3 stand out. and always will.
Well, finally, here are the lyrics I learned of one verse and the chorus - almost. I learned the verse as: From the waves of the Atlantic to the wild Pacific shore From the coast of Califor-ni-ay to snowbound Labrador From the lakes of Minnehaha where the laughing waters fall You can reach them by no other than the Wabash Cannonball. Was very surprised to hear that most artists recorded an entirely different set of lyrics, though the chorus was very close to this one.
Now listen to her rumble Now listen to her roar As she echoes down the valley And flies along the shore Now hear the engine's whistle It's a mighty lonesome call As we ride the bars on the empty cars of the Wabash Cannon Ball. From the waves of the Atlantic To the wild Pacific Shore From the Coast of California To snowbound Labrador There's a train of fancy layout That's well known to us all It's the hobo's home when he wants to roam It's the Wabash Cannon Ball. Now listen to her rumble Now listen to her roar As she echoes down the valley And flies along the shore Now hear the engine's whistle It's a mighty lonesome call As we ride the bars on the empty cars of the Wabash Cannon Ball. There's lots of places partner that you can go to see. St. Paul and Kansas City Des Moines and Kankakee The lakes of Minnehaha Where the laughin' waters fall You reach them by no other Than the Wabash Cannon Ball. Now listen to her rumble Now listen to her roar As she echoes down the valley And flies along the shore Now hear the engine's whistle It's a mighty lonesome call As we ride the bars on the empty cars of the Wabash Cannon Ball! For years I've ridden on this line Across the country side I've always been well treated Though I took the hobo's ride And when my days are over And the curtains round me fall Please ship me off to heaven On the Wabash Cannon Ball! Now listen to her rumble Now listen to her roar As she echoes down the valley And flies along the shore Now hear the engine's whistle It's a mighty lonesome call As we ride the bars on the empty cars of the Wabash Cannon Ball!
For years I've ridden on this line
Across the country side
I've always been well treated
Though I took the hobo's ride
And when my days are over
And the curtains round me fall
Please ship me off to heaven
On the Wabash Cannon Ball!
Now hear the engine's whistle
It's a mighty lonesome call
As we ride the bars on the empty cars
of the Wabash Cannon Ball.
From the waves of the Atlantic
To the wild Pacific Shore
From the Coast of California
To snowbound Labrador
There's a train of fancy layout
That's well known to us all
It's the hobo's home when he wants to roam
It's the Wabash Cannon Ball.
Full lyrics to this masterpiece of a song:
Now listen to her rumble
Now listen to her roar
As she echoes down the valley
And flies along the shore
Now hear the engine's whistle
It's a mighty lonesome call
As we ride the bars on the empty cars
of the Wabash Cannon Ball
From the waves of the Atlantic
To the wild Pacific Shore
From the Coast of California
To snowbound Labrador
There's a train of fancy layout
That's well known to us all
It's the hobo's home when he wants to roam
It's the Wabash Cannon Ball.
Now listen to her rumble
Now listen to her roar
As she echoes down the valley
And flies along the shore
Now hear the engine's whistle
It's a mighty lonesome call
As we ride the bars on the empty cars
of the Wabash Cannon Ball
There's lots of places partner
that you can go to see.
St. Paul and Kansas City
Des Moines and Kankakee
The lakes of Minnehaha
Where the laughin' waters fall
You reach them by no other
Than the Wabash Cannon Ball.
Now listen to her rumble
Now listen to her roar
As she echoes down the valley
And flies along the shore
Now hear the engine's whistle
It's a mighty lonesome call
As we ride the bars on the empty cars
of the Wabash Cannon Ball
For years I've ridden on this line
Across the country side
I've always been well treated
Though I took the hobo's ride
And when my days are over
And the curtains round me fall
Please ship me off to heaven
On the Wabash Cannon Ball!
Now listen to her rumble
Now listen to her roar
As she echoes down the valley
And flies along the shore
Now hear the engine's whistle
It's a mighty lonesome call
As we ride the bars on the empty cars
of the Wabash Cannon Ball
Now listen to her rumble
Now listen to her roar
As she echoes down the valley
And flies along the shore
Now hear the engine's whistle
It's a mighty lonesome call
As we ride the bars on the empty cars
of the Wabash Cannon Ball
There's lots of places partner
that you can go to see.
St. Paul and Kansas City
Des Moines and Kankakee
The lakes of Minnehaha
Where the laughin' waters fall
You reach them by no other
Than the Wabash Cannon Ball.
EXCELLENT MY FRIEND. LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL. The correct words at long last. I'm really Chuffed🚂🚂
Johnny cash and Boxcar Willie have a version of this song, but this version is the best! That whistling at the end reminds me of Sittin on the Dock of the Bay by Otis Redding. Old music like this is better than most of the modern day garbage! I love the OLDIES!!!!
I grew up listening to this LP, first on an old Victrola console then on a "new" 1958 Zenith Cobramatic Hi Fi. The transition from "low fi" to Hi-fi is the most dramatic change in music I've ever heard. Stereo, Quadraphonic, Digital? Some better than other steps but hearing this song in high fi for the first time was quite a rush. (As well as the other best songs from Merrill Jay singers on this album: Wreck of the Old 97 and Casey Jones.) There are no 'bad' songs but those 3 stand out. and always will.
Well, finally, here are the lyrics I learned of one verse and the chorus - almost. I learned the verse as:
From the waves of the Atlantic to the wild Pacific shore
From the coast of Califor-ni-ay to snowbound Labrador
From the lakes of Minnehaha where the laughing waters fall
You can reach them by no other than the Wabash Cannonball.
Was very surprised to hear that most artists recorded an entirely different set of lyrics, though the chorus was very close to this one.
I like the words on this version better than any other. Thank you commenter for putting them in written form!
Now listen to her rumble
Now listen to her roar
As she echoes down the valley
And flies along the shore
Now hear the engine's whistle
It's a mighty lonesome call
As we ride the bars on the empty cars
of the Wabash Cannon Ball.
From the waves of the Atlantic
To the wild Pacific Shore
From the Coast of California
To snowbound Labrador
There's a train of fancy layout
That's well known to us all
It's the hobo's home when he wants to roam
It's the Wabash Cannon Ball.
Now listen to her rumble
Now listen to her roar
As she echoes down the valley
And flies along the shore
Now hear the engine's whistle
It's a mighty lonesome call
As we ride the bars on the empty cars
of the Wabash Cannon Ball.
There's lots of places partner
that you can go to see.
St. Paul and Kansas City
Des Moines and Kankakee
The lakes of Minnehaha
Where the laughin' waters fall
You reach them by no other
Than the Wabash Cannon Ball.
Now listen to her rumble
Now listen to her roar
As she echoes down the valley
And flies along the shore
Now hear the engine's whistle
It's a mighty lonesome call
As we ride the bars on the empty cars
of the Wabash Cannon Ball!
For years I've ridden on this line
Across the country side
I've always been well treated
Though I took the hobo's ride
And when my days are over
And the curtains round me fall
Please ship me off to heaven
On the Wabash Cannon Ball!
Now listen to her rumble
Now listen to her roar
As she echoes down the valley
And flies along the shore
Now hear the engine's whistle
It's a mighty lonesome call
As we ride the bars on the empty cars
of the Wabash Cannon Ball!
best version I ever heard. I'm 22 BTW. some in my generation still appreciate Classics
Wabash The only time the blue and the grey coexist peacefully
Great
TURN THIS UP!
nice
Totally wrong lyrics. Tells nothing of the original story. Its like the famous song IM A LUMBERJACK AND I'M ALRIGHT. Totally contrived😂😂😂
Maybe just try to enjoying something for what it is?