Wabash Cannonball Chords by Boxcar Willie
Tempo:
113.35 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
D
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A]
[D] [E]
[A]
From the great Atlantic Ocean to the white Pacific [D] shore,
[E] To the Queen of Blowing Mountain by the South Belt [A] by the shore,
Hear the mighty Russian engine, hear that lonesome ho [D]-ho's roar,
[E] We're riding through to Dixie on the Wabash
[A] Cannonball.
Our eastern states are dandy so the people [D] always say,
[E] From the York to St.
Louis and Chicago by [A] the way,
From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling [D] waters flow,
[E] No changes can be taken on the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
Well, they listen to the jingle, the rumble [D] and the roar,
[E] As she glides along the woodland by the hills and by [A] the shore,
Hear the mighty Russian engine, hear that lonesome [D] ho-ho's roar,
[E] We're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
[D]
[E]
[A]
[D]
[E]
[A] She rolled into Birmingham one cold [D] December day,
[E] As she pulled into the station you could hear [A] all the people say,
There's a gal out there from Texas, she's long and [D] she's tall,
[E]
She's the combination of the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
Well, they listen to the jingle, the rumble [D] and the roar,
[E] As she glides along the woodland by the hills and by [A] the shore,
Hear the mighty Russian [F#m] engine, hear [A] that lonesome ho [D]-ho's roar,
[E] We're traveling through the Dixie on the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
[D]
[E]
[A]
[D] [E]
[A]
Well, here's to Daddy Claxton, best name for [D] ever's son,
[E] And always be remembered throughout the [A] great land,
His earthly race is over and we'll spare him to [D] a draw,
And [E] we'll carry him up to heaven on the Wabash [A]
Cannonball.
Well, they listen to the jingle, the [D] rumble and the roar,
[E] As she glides along the woodland by the hills and [A] by the shore,
Hear the mighty Russian engine, hear that lonesome ho [D]-ho's roar,
[E] We're traveling through the Dixie on the Wabash [A]
Cannonball.
[E] We're riding through the jungle on the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
[D] [E]
[A]
From the great Atlantic Ocean to the white Pacific [D] shore,
[E] To the Queen of Blowing Mountain by the South Belt [A] by the shore,
Hear the mighty Russian engine, hear that lonesome ho [D]-ho's roar,
[E] We're riding through to Dixie on the Wabash
[A] Cannonball.
Our eastern states are dandy so the people [D] always say,
[E] From the York to St.
Louis and Chicago by [A] the way,
From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling [D] waters flow,
[E] No changes can be taken on the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
Well, they listen to the jingle, the rumble [D] and the roar,
[E] As she glides along the woodland by the hills and by [A] the shore,
Hear the mighty Russian engine, hear that lonesome [D] ho-ho's roar,
[E] We're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
[D]
[E]
[A]
[D]
[E]
[A] She rolled into Birmingham one cold [D] December day,
[E] As she pulled into the station you could hear [A] all the people say,
There's a gal out there from Texas, she's long and [D] she's tall,
[E]
She's the combination of the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
Well, they listen to the jingle, the rumble [D] and the roar,
[E] As she glides along the woodland by the hills and by [A] the shore,
Hear the mighty Russian [F#m] engine, hear [A] that lonesome ho [D]-ho's roar,
[E] We're traveling through the Dixie on the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
[D]
[E]
[A]
[D] [E]
[A]
Well, here's to Daddy Claxton, best name for [D] ever's son,
[E] And always be remembered throughout the [A] great land,
His earthly race is over and we'll spare him to [D] a draw,
And [E] we'll carry him up to heaven on the Wabash [A]
Cannonball.
Well, they listen to the jingle, the [D] rumble and the roar,
[E] As she glides along the woodland by the hills and [A] by the shore,
Hear the mighty Russian engine, hear that lonesome ho [D]-ho's roar,
[E] We're traveling through the Dixie on the Wabash [A]
Cannonball.
[E] We're riding through the jungle on the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
Key:
A
E
D
F#m
A
E
D
F#m
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ From the great Atlantic Ocean to the white Pacific [D] shore,
[E] To the Queen of Blowing Mountain by the South Belt [A] by the shore,
Hear the mighty Russian engine, hear that lonesome ho [D]-ho's roar,
[E] We're riding through to Dixie on the Wabash _
[A] Cannonball.
_ Our eastern states are dandy so the people [D] always say,
[E] From the York to St.
Louis and Chicago by [A] the way,
From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling [D] waters flow,
[E] No changes can be taken on the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
_ Well, they listen to the jingle, the rumble [D] and the roar,
[E] As she glides along the woodland by the hills and by [A] the shore,
Hear the mighty Russian engine, hear that lonesome [D] ho-ho's roar,
[E] We're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash [A] Cannonball. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ She rolled into Birmingham one cold [D] December day,
[E] As she pulled into the station you could hear [A] all the people say,
There's a gal out there from Texas, she's long and [D] she's tall,
[E]
She's the combination of the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
_ Well, they listen to the jingle, the rumble [D] and the roar,
[E] As she glides along the woodland by the hills and by [A] the shore,
Hear the mighty Russian [F#m] engine, hear [A] that lonesome ho [D]-ho's roar,
[E] We're traveling through the Dixie on the Wabash [A] Cannonball. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ Well, here's to Daddy Claxton, best name for [D] ever's son,
[E] And always be remembered throughout the [A] great land,
His earthly race is over and we'll spare him to [D] a draw,
And [E] we'll carry him up to heaven on the Wabash [A]
Cannonball.
_ Well, they listen to the jingle, the [D] _ rumble and the roar,
[E] As she glides along the woodland by the hills and [A] by the shore,
Hear the mighty Russian engine, hear that lonesome ho [D]-ho's roar,
[E] We're traveling through the Dixie on the Wabash [A]
Cannonball.
_ [E] We're riding through the jungle on the Wabash [A] Cannonball. _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ From the great Atlantic Ocean to the white Pacific [D] shore,
[E] To the Queen of Blowing Mountain by the South Belt [A] by the shore,
Hear the mighty Russian engine, hear that lonesome ho [D]-ho's roar,
[E] We're riding through to Dixie on the Wabash _
[A] Cannonball.
_ Our eastern states are dandy so the people [D] always say,
[E] From the York to St.
Louis and Chicago by [A] the way,
From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling [D] waters flow,
[E] No changes can be taken on the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
_ Well, they listen to the jingle, the rumble [D] and the roar,
[E] As she glides along the woodland by the hills and by [A] the shore,
Hear the mighty Russian engine, hear that lonesome [D] ho-ho's roar,
[E] We're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash [A] Cannonball. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ She rolled into Birmingham one cold [D] December day,
[E] As she pulled into the station you could hear [A] all the people say,
There's a gal out there from Texas, she's long and [D] she's tall,
[E]
She's the combination of the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
_ Well, they listen to the jingle, the rumble [D] and the roar,
[E] As she glides along the woodland by the hills and by [A] the shore,
Hear the mighty Russian [F#m] engine, hear [A] that lonesome ho [D]-ho's roar,
[E] We're traveling through the Dixie on the Wabash [A] Cannonball. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ Well, here's to Daddy Claxton, best name for [D] ever's son,
[E] And always be remembered throughout the [A] great land,
His earthly race is over and we'll spare him to [D] a draw,
And [E] we'll carry him up to heaven on the Wabash [A]
Cannonball.
_ Well, they listen to the jingle, the [D] _ rumble and the roar,
[E] As she glides along the woodland by the hills and [A] by the shore,
Hear the mighty Russian engine, hear that lonesome ho [D]-ho's roar,
[E] We're traveling through the Dixie on the Wabash [A]
Cannonball.
_ [E] We're riding through the jungle on the Wabash [A] Cannonball. _
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