Can't we come a little closer, Closer, Closer, Closer.
Cant we come a little closer, Closer, Closer, Closer.
Can't we come a little closer, Closer, Closer, Closer, Closer, Closer.
Can't we come a little closer, Closer, Closer, Closer.
Can't we come a little closer, Closer, Closer, Closer.

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