Wabash Cannonball Chords by Boxcar Willie
Tempo:
102.2 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D] [E] [E]
[A] From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific [D] shore, [E] to the Queen of flowing mountains by [E] the South Belt by [A] the shore,
to the mighty Russia and the Indians, her nine lonesome hobos [D] four, [E] we're riding through the Dixie on the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
Our eastern states are dandy so the people [D] always say, [E] from New York to St.
Louis and Chicago [A] by the way,
from the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters [D] flow, [E] no changes can't be taken on the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
Well they listen to the jingle, the rumble and [D] the roar, as [E] she glides along the woodland by the hills and [A] by the shore,
to the mighty Russia and the Indians, her nine lonesome [D] hobos four, [E] we're traveling through the jungle on the [A] Wabash 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 all [A] 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 [A] and by the shore,
to the mighty Russia and the Indians, her nine lonesome [D] hobos four, [E] we're traveling through the Dixie on the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
[D] [E]
[A]
[D] [E]
[A] Well here's to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever [D] stand, [E] and always be remembered throughout [A] this great land,
his earthly race is over and we'll fair him to [D] a draw, [E] and we'll carry him up to heaven on the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
Well they listen to the jingle, the rumble and [D] the roar, [E] as she glides along the woodland by the hills and [A] by the shore,
to the mighty Russia and the Indians, her nine lonesome [D] hobos [E] four, we're traveling through the Dixie on the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
[E] We're riding through the jungle on the [A] Wabash Cannonball.
[A] From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific [D] shore, [E] to the Queen of flowing mountains by [E] the South Belt by [A] the shore,
to the mighty Russia and the Indians, her nine lonesome hobos [D] four, [E] we're riding through the Dixie on the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
Our eastern states are dandy so the people [D] always say, [E] from New York to St.
Louis and Chicago [A] by the way,
from the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters [D] flow, [E] no changes can't be taken on the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
Well they listen to the jingle, the rumble and [D] the roar, as [E] she glides along the woodland by the hills and [A] by the shore,
to the mighty Russia and the Indians, her nine lonesome [D] hobos four, [E] we're traveling through the jungle on the [A] Wabash 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 all [A] 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 [A] and by the shore,
to the mighty Russia and the Indians, her nine lonesome [D] hobos four, [E] we're traveling through the Dixie on the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
[D] [E]
[A]
[D] [E]
[A] Well here's to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever [D] stand, [E] and always be remembered throughout [A] this great land,
his earthly race is over and we'll fair him to [D] a draw, [E] and we'll carry him up to heaven on the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
Well they listen to the jingle, the rumble and [D] the roar, [E] as she glides along the woodland by the hills and [A] by the shore,
to the mighty Russia and the Indians, her nine lonesome [D] hobos [E] four, we're traveling through the Dixie on the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
[E] We're riding through the jungle on the [A] Wabash Cannonball.
Key:
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[D] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
[A] _ _ From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific [D] shore, [E] to the Queen of flowing mountains by [E] the South Belt by [A] the shore,
to the mighty Russia and the Indians, her nine lonesome hobos [D] four, [E] we're riding through the Dixie on the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
_ Our eastern states are dandy so the people [D] always say, [E] from New York to St.
Louis and Chicago [A] by the way,
from the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters [D] flow, [E] no changes can't be taken on the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
_ _ Well they listen to the jingle, the rumble and [D] the roar, as [E] she glides along the woodland by the hills and [A] by the shore,
to the mighty Russia and the Indians, her nine lonesome [D] hobos four, [E] we're traveling through the jungle on the [A] Wabash Cannonball. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ She rolled into Birmingham one cold [D] December day, [E] as she pulled into the station you could hear all [A] 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 [A] and by the shore,
to the mighty Russia and the Indians, her nine lonesome [D] hobos four, [E] we're traveling through the Dixie on the Wabash [A] Cannonball. _ _ _ _ _
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_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ Well here's to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever [D] stand, [E] and always be remembered throughout [A] this great land,
his earthly race is over and we'll fair him to [D] a draw, [E] and we'll carry him up to heaven on the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
_ Well they listen to the jingle, the rumble and [D] the roar, [E] as she glides along the woodland by the hills and [A] by the shore,
to the mighty Russia and the Indians, her nine lonesome [D] hobos [E] four, we're traveling through the Dixie on the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
_ [E] We're riding through the jungle on the [A] Wabash Cannonball. _ _ _ _ _
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[D] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
[A] _ _ From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide Pacific [D] shore, [E] to the Queen of flowing mountains by [E] the South Belt by [A] the shore,
to the mighty Russia and the Indians, her nine lonesome hobos [D] four, [E] we're riding through the Dixie on the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
_ Our eastern states are dandy so the people [D] always say, [E] from New York to St.
Louis and Chicago [A] by the way,
from the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters [D] flow, [E] no changes can't be taken on the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
_ _ Well they listen to the jingle, the rumble and [D] the roar, as [E] she glides along the woodland by the hills and [A] by the shore,
to the mighty Russia and the Indians, her nine lonesome [D] hobos four, [E] we're traveling through the jungle on the [A] Wabash Cannonball. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ She rolled into Birmingham one cold [D] December day, [E] as she pulled into the station you could hear all [A] 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 [A] and by the shore,
to the mighty Russia and the Indians, her nine lonesome [D] hobos four, [E] we're traveling through the Dixie on the Wabash [A] Cannonball. _ _ _ _ _
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_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ Well here's to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever [D] stand, [E] and always be remembered throughout [A] this great land,
his earthly race is over and we'll fair him to [D] a draw, [E] and we'll carry him up to heaven on the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
_ Well they listen to the jingle, the rumble and [D] the roar, [E] as she glides along the woodland by the hills and [A] by the shore,
to the mighty Russia and the Indians, her nine lonesome [D] hobos [E] four, we're traveling through the Dixie on the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
_ [E] We're riding through the jungle on the [A] Wabash Cannonball. _ _ _ _ _
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