Chords for Boxcar Willie - Wabash Cannonball With Lyrics
Tempo:
102.15 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
E
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] [D]
[E] [A]
From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide [D] Pacific shore, [E] to the Queen of flowing mountains by the South Bell [A] Father shore, hear the mighty Russian, the Indian, hear that lonesome [D]
hobo's call.
We're [E] riding through the Dixie on the Wabash [A]
Cannonball.
Our eastern states are dandy so the people [D] always say, from [E] 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 be taken on the Wabash [A]
Cannonball.
Well, 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.
Hear the mighty Russian, the Indian, hear that lonesome [D] hobo's call.
[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 all the people [A] say, there's a gal out there from Texas, [F#m] she's long and [D] she's tall, [E] she's the combination of the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
Well, listen to the jingle, the rumble and [D] the roar, [E] as she glides along the woodland by the hills [A] and by the shore.
Hear the mighty Russian, the [F#m] Indian, hear [A] that lonesome [D] hobo's call.
[E] We're traveling through the Dixie on the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
Well,
[D] [E]
[A]
[D] [E] [A]
here's to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever [D] stand, [E] and always be remembered throughout this [A] great land.
His earthly race is over and we'll spare him to [D] draw, and [E] we'll carry him up to heaven on the Wabash [A]
Cannonball.
Well, listen to the jingle, the [D] rumble and the roar, as [E] she glides along the woodland by the hills and [A] by the shore.
Hear the mighty Russian, the Indian, hear that lonesome [D] hobo's call.
We're [E] traveling through the Dixie on the Wabash [A]
Cannonball.
[D] [E] We're riding through the jungle on the [A] Wabash Cannonball.
[E] [A]
From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide [D] Pacific shore, [E] to the Queen of flowing mountains by the South Bell [A] Father shore, hear the mighty Russian, the Indian, hear that lonesome [D]
hobo's call.
We're [E] riding through the Dixie on the Wabash [A]
Cannonball.
Our eastern states are dandy so the people [D] always say, from [E] 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 be taken on the Wabash [A]
Cannonball.
Well, 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.
Hear the mighty Russian, the Indian, hear that lonesome [D] hobo's call.
[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 all the people [A] say, there's a gal out there from Texas, [F#m] she's long and [D] she's tall, [E] she's the combination of the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
Well, listen to the jingle, the rumble and [D] the roar, [E] as she glides along the woodland by the hills [A] and by the shore.
Hear the mighty Russian, the [F#m] Indian, hear [A] that lonesome [D] hobo's call.
[E] We're traveling through the Dixie on the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
Well,
[D] [E]
[A]
[D] [E] [A]
here's to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever [D] stand, [E] and always be remembered throughout this [A] great land.
His earthly race is over and we'll spare him to [D] draw, and [E] we'll carry him up to heaven on the Wabash [A]
Cannonball.
Well, listen to the jingle, the [D] rumble and the roar, as [E] she glides along the woodland by the hills and [A] by the shore.
Hear the mighty Russian, the Indian, hear that lonesome [D] hobo's call.
We're [E] traveling through the Dixie on the Wabash [A]
Cannonball.
[D] [E] We're riding through the jungle on the [A] Wabash Cannonball.
Key:
A
D
E
F#m
A
D
E
F#m
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_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide [D] Pacific shore, [E] to the Queen of flowing mountains by the South Bell [A] Father shore, hear the mighty Russian, the Indian, hear that lonesome [D]
hobo's call.
We're [E] riding through the Dixie on the Wabash [A]
Cannonball.
_ Our eastern states are dandy so the people [D] always say, from [E] 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 be taken on the Wabash [A]
Cannonball.
_ Well, 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.
Hear the mighty Russian, the Indian, hear that lonesome [D] hobo's call.
[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 all the people [A] say, there's a gal out there from Texas, [F#m] she's long and [D] she's tall, [E] she's the combination of the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
_ Well, listen to the jingle, the rumble and [D] the roar, [E] as she glides along the woodland by the hills [A] and by the shore.
Hear the mighty Russian, the [F#m] Indian, hear [A] that lonesome [D] hobo's call.
[E] We're traveling through the Dixie on the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
_ _ _ Well, _ _
_ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ here's to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever [D] stand, [E] and always be remembered throughout this [A] great land.
His earthly race is over and we'll spare him to [D] draw, and [E] we'll carry him up to heaven on the Wabash [A]
Cannonball.
_ Well, listen to the jingle, the [D] rumble and the roar, as [E] she glides along the woodland by the hills and [A] by the shore.
Hear the mighty Russian, the Indian, hear that lonesome [D] hobo's call.
We're [E] traveling through the Dixie on the Wabash [A]
Cannonball.
_ [D] [E] We're riding through the jungle on the [A] Wabash Cannonball. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ From the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide [D] Pacific shore, [E] to the Queen of flowing mountains by the South Bell [A] Father shore, hear the mighty Russian, the Indian, hear that lonesome [D]
hobo's call.
We're [E] riding through the Dixie on the Wabash [A]
Cannonball.
_ Our eastern states are dandy so the people [D] always say, from [E] 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 be taken on the Wabash [A]
Cannonball.
_ Well, 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.
Hear the mighty Russian, the Indian, hear that lonesome [D] hobo's call.
[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 all the people [A] say, there's a gal out there from Texas, [F#m] she's long and [D] she's tall, [E] she's the combination of the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
_ Well, listen to the jingle, the rumble and [D] the roar, [E] as she glides along the woodland by the hills [A] and by the shore.
Hear the mighty Russian, the [F#m] Indian, hear [A] that lonesome [D] hobo's call.
[E] We're traveling through the Dixie on the Wabash [A] Cannonball.
_ _ _ Well, _ _
_ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ here's to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever [D] stand, [E] and always be remembered throughout this [A] great land.
His earthly race is over and we'll spare him to [D] draw, and [E] we'll carry him up to heaven on the Wabash [A]
Cannonball.
_ Well, listen to the jingle, the [D] rumble and the roar, as [E] she glides along the woodland by the hills and [A] by the shore.
Hear the mighty Russian, the Indian, hear that lonesome [D] hobo's call.
We're [E] traveling through the Dixie on the Wabash [A]
Cannonball.
_ [D] [E] We're riding through the jungle on the [A] Wabash Cannonball. _ _ _ _ _ _
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