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

IDLE HOURVERSE
There’s a place down the street

Where my friends congregate
And when we sit on those bar stools
We’re not alone
10 am the lights are on
Beer’s cold, the whiskey’s strong
And we’re drowning those memories
One by one
CHORUS
You can meet me at the idle hour
Where the juke box plays all those country songs
If you’re tryin’ to hang on

To a love that’s dead and gone
With too many reasons not to go back home

VERSE
The neon lights are bright
Even tho it’s past midnight
And the band’s packed up and moved on
Stare at the clock on the wall
Bartender says last call
And I start missin’ her most of all

CHORUS
So, you can meet me at the idle hour
Where the juke box plays all those country songs
So if you’re tryin’ to hang on
To a love that’s dead and gone
With too many reasons not to go back home
Too many reasons not to go back home

I'm a fighter. Wanna beat you.
I'm a fighter. Gonna hurt you.
I'm a fighter. Black and blue.
It's a fire. Gonna hurt you too.

Hurt you, break you, hurt you, break you.

It's my desire, it's my desire.
It's my desire, it's my desire.

I'm a fighter. Black and blue.
It's a fire. Gonna hurt you too.

It's my desire, it's my desire.
It's my desire, it's my desire.

I'm a fighter. Wanna beat you.
I'm a fighter. Gonna hurt you.
I'm a fighter. Black and blue.
It's a fire. Gonna hurt you too.