Get up now dance, Get up now shake, Get up now move.
Dance, Shake, Move, move, move.
Dance, Shake, Move, move, move.
Get up now dance, Shake, Move, move, move.
Dance, Dhake, Move, move, move.
Get up now dance, Now shake, Now move.
Get up now dance, Now shake, Now move.
Get up now dance, Shake, Now move.
Get up now dance, Shake, Now move.

It’s hard ignoring signs, The whispered words, the prying eyes, With your head held high, Believe in your ways, free your mind.
Go little rose among the thorns, With lights you're alive, and courage you’re borne, Away from the ties and levers that hold you down.
And in the darkest night, The crystalline northern lights, In their glow, carry you home, And in your heart you know, you'll never be alone.

Verse 1

From this valley they say you are going
We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile
For they say you are taking the sunshine
That has brightened my pathway awhile

Verse 2
Come and sit by my side if you love me
Do not hasten to bid me adieu
Just remember the Red River Valley
And the cowboy who loves you so true

Verse 3

Won’t you think of the valley you’re leaving
O how lonesome, how sad it will be?
O think of the fond heart you’re breaking
Every grief you are causing to me.

Verse 4
Come and sit by my side if you love me
Do not hasten to bid me adieu
Just remember the Red River Valley
And the cowboy who loves you so true
And the cowboy who loves you so true

Traditional arranged by :
Manuel Galvin & Jean-Jacques Milteau

Verse 1
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the queen of flowing mountains to the south side by the shore
She's mighty tall and handsome and known quite well by all
She's the combination on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 2
Now She came down from Birmingham one cold December day
As she rolled into the station you could hear all the people say
There's that gal from Tennessee she's long and she's tall
She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 3
Yeah Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear that lonesome hobo call
You're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 4
Our Eastern states are dandy so the people always say
From New York to St. Louis and Chicago by the way
From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall
No chances can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 5
So Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear that lonesome hobo call
You're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball


Traditional arranged by
Manuel Galvin & Jean-Jacques Milteau