Wabash Cannonball & Old Folks At Home Chords by Mac Wiseman

_ _ Mack Wiseman is one of the greats of bluegrass music.
He's played at every
major festival in this country and toured throughout the world.
He was born
in the Shenandoah Valley.
His mother played old-time music [B] and his father had
one of the first radios in the area and people used to come over and listen to
the Grand Old Opry on Saturday night.
Later on Mack would perform with these
great stars and become a great star himself.
Ladies [D] and gentlemen let's
welcome Mr.
Mack Wiseman.
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_ to Whistleman.
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[A] _ _ _ _ the great Atlantic Ocean to the wide [D] Pacific shore.
From the [E] Queen of
following mountains to the South Belt [A] by the moor.
She's mighty tall and handsome
she's known quite [D] well by all.
It's a modern combination called the [A] Warbash
Cannonball. _ _
She came down to Birmingham one [E] cold December [D] day.
As [E] she pulled into
the station you could hear all the people [A] play.
There's a girl from Tennessee
she's long and [D] she's tall.
[E] She came down to Birmingham on the Warbash [A] Cannonball.
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_ _ Our eastern state's a 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] fall.
[E] No chances can be taken on the Warbash [A] Cannonball.
_ Now here's the
old man.
His name's Eddie Claxton.
May his name forever [D] stand.
[E] And always be remembered in the
ports throughout [A] the land.
When his earthly race is over and the curtains
round [D] him fall.
We'll carry him home to Dixie on the Warbash [A] Cannonball. _ _ _
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_ _ _ [A] Watch me boys I wonder how the old folks are at home.
_ _ Wonder if they'll miss me
while [D] I roam.
Wonder if they pray for the [A] boy who went away [B] and left his dear old
parents all [E] alone.
_ [A] You could hear the [Bm] cattle loathing [A] in the lane.
_ See the
fields of bluegrass where [D] I roam.
_ You can almost hear them cry [A] as they kiss the boy
goodbye.
[B] I wonder how the old [A] folks are at _ home.
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_ [E] _ _ [A] _ Oh just a village and [D] a homestead [A] on
the farm.
_ And a mother's love that she's from [D] on home.
A mother's love so true.
[A] A sweetheart that loves you.
[B] A village and a homestead [E] on the farm.
[A] You could hear the [D] cattle loathing [A] in the lane. _
See the fields of
bluegrass [D] where I roam.
_ You could almost hear them cry [A] as they kiss the boy goodbye.
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I wonder how the old [A] folks are at home.
Little man don't act. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ You could hear [D] the cattle loathing in the lane. _
See the fields of bluegrass where I roam. _
You could almost hear them cry [A] as they kiss the boy goodbye.
I [B] wonder how [E] the old folks are at [A]
home.
I wonder _ how the old folks are at home. _ _
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