Wabash Cannonball Chords by Hank Snow
Tempo:
96.15 bpm
Chords used:
F
C
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F]
[C] [F]
From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wild [Bb] Pacific shore,
[C] From the banks of the sweet Maryland to the icebound [F] Labrador,
It's a scene of magic splendor that is known by one and all,
[C] She's a modern combination called the Wabash [F] Cannonball.
Listen to the jingle, to the rumble [Bb] and the roar,
[C] As she dashes through the woodland, next to you along [F] the shore,
She's a mighty Russian engine, you can hear them hobos call,
[C] As they ride the rocks and the break beans on the [C] Wabash [F] Cannonball.
Your cities may be fair as you can [Bb] plainly see,
[C] From St.
Paul to Minneapolis and the famous [F] Albany,
Then back to old Nancrow where the laughing waters fall,
[C] You can hear them hobos singing on the Wabash [F] Cannonball.
Listen to the jingle, to the rumble [Bb] and the roar,
[C] As she dashes through the woodland, next to you along [F] the shore,
She's a mighty Russian engine, you can hear them hobos call,
[C] As they ride the rocks and the break beans on the Wabash [F] Cannonball.
[Bb] [C] [F]
Here's a help to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever [Bb] stand,
And always be respected by folks [F] throughout the land,
And when his mortar races, running the curtains round [Bb] him fall,
[C] We'll carry him home to glory on the Wabash [F]
Cannonball.
Listen to the jingle, to the rumble [Bb] and the roar,
As she dashes through the woodland, next to you along [F] the shore,
She's a mighty Russian engine, you can hear them hobos [Bb] call,
[C] As they ride the rocks and the break beans on the Wabash [F]
Cannonball.
[N]
[C] [F]
From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wild [Bb] Pacific shore,
[C] From the banks of the sweet Maryland to the icebound [F] Labrador,
It's a scene of magic splendor that is known by one and all,
[C] She's a modern combination called the Wabash [F] Cannonball.
Listen to the jingle, to the rumble [Bb] and the roar,
[C] As she dashes through the woodland, next to you along [F] the shore,
She's a mighty Russian engine, you can hear them hobos call,
[C] As they ride the rocks and the break beans on the [C] Wabash [F] Cannonball.
Your cities may be fair as you can [Bb] plainly see,
[C] From St.
Paul to Minneapolis and the famous [F] Albany,
Then back to old Nancrow where the laughing waters fall,
[C] You can hear them hobos singing on the Wabash [F] Cannonball.
Listen to the jingle, to the rumble [Bb] and the roar,
[C] As she dashes through the woodland, next to you along [F] the shore,
She's a mighty Russian engine, you can hear them hobos call,
[C] As they ride the rocks and the break beans on the Wabash [F] Cannonball.
[Bb] [C] [F]
Here's a help to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever [Bb] stand,
And always be respected by folks [F] throughout the land,
And when his mortar races, running the curtains round [Bb] him fall,
[C] We'll carry him home to glory on the Wabash [F]
Cannonball.
Listen to the jingle, to the rumble [Bb] and the roar,
As she dashes through the woodland, next to you along [F] the shore,
She's a mighty Russian engine, you can hear them hobos [Bb] call,
[C] As they ride the rocks and the break beans on the Wabash [F]
Cannonball.
[N]
Key:
F
C
Bb
F
C
Bb
F
C
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wild [Bb] Pacific shore,
[C] From the banks of the sweet Maryland to the icebound [F] Labrador,
It's a scene of magic splendor that is known by one and all,
[C] She's a modern combination called the Wabash [F] Cannonball. _
_ Listen to the jingle, to the rumble [Bb] and the roar,
[C] As she dashes through the woodland, next to you along [F] the shore,
She's a mighty Russian engine, you can hear them hobos call,
[C] As they ride the rocks and the break beans on the [C] Wabash [F] Cannonball.
_ Your cities may be fair as you can [Bb] plainly see,
[C] From St.
Paul to Minneapolis and the famous [F] Albany,
Then back to old Nancrow where the laughing waters fall,
[C] You can hear them hobos singing on the Wabash [F] Cannonball. _
_ Listen to the jingle, to the rumble [Bb] and the roar,
[C] As she dashes through the woodland, next to you along [F] the shore,
She's a mighty Russian engine, you can hear them hobos call,
[C] As they ride the rocks and the break beans on the Wabash [F] Cannonball.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ Here's a help to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever [Bb] stand,
And always be respected by folks [F] throughout the land,
And when his mortar races, running the curtains round [Bb] him fall,
[C] We'll carry him home to glory on the Wabash [F]
Cannonball.
_ Listen to the jingle, to the rumble [Bb] and the roar,
As she dashes through the woodland, next to you along [F] the shore,
She's a mighty Russian engine, you can hear them hobos [Bb] call,
[C] As they ride the rocks and the break beans on the Wabash [F]
Cannonball. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wild [Bb] Pacific shore,
[C] From the banks of the sweet Maryland to the icebound [F] Labrador,
It's a scene of magic splendor that is known by one and all,
[C] She's a modern combination called the Wabash [F] Cannonball. _
_ Listen to the jingle, to the rumble [Bb] and the roar,
[C] As she dashes through the woodland, next to you along [F] the shore,
She's a mighty Russian engine, you can hear them hobos call,
[C] As they ride the rocks and the break beans on the [C] Wabash [F] Cannonball.
_ Your cities may be fair as you can [Bb] plainly see,
[C] From St.
Paul to Minneapolis and the famous [F] Albany,
Then back to old Nancrow where the laughing waters fall,
[C] You can hear them hobos singing on the Wabash [F] Cannonball. _
_ Listen to the jingle, to the rumble [Bb] and the roar,
[C] As she dashes through the woodland, next to you along [F] the shore,
She's a mighty Russian engine, you can hear them hobos call,
[C] As they ride the rocks and the break beans on the Wabash [F] Cannonball.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ Here's a help to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever [Bb] stand,
And always be respected by folks [F] throughout the land,
And when his mortar races, running the curtains round [Bb] him fall,
[C] We'll carry him home to glory on the Wabash [F]
Cannonball.
_ Listen to the jingle, to the rumble [Bb] and the roar,
As she dashes through the woodland, next to you along [F] the shore,
She's a mighty Russian engine, you can hear them hobos [Bb] call,
[C] As they ride the rocks and the break beans on the Wabash [F]
Cannonball. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _