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

Make her so she’s smooth
Make she so she’s calm
Make her seem aloof
Make her love your charm
Make your sacrifice
Make her impolite
Make her up with your imagination
Hold her in your room
Get her in your sights
And then re-animate her with your chat up lines
And if you shower me with diamonds
Plug me in and I’ll respond
And if you’re sending daily flowers
Plug me in and I’ll respond

You’re like a diamond in the rough

Tell her she’s no fool
Make her love mankind
Check that she’s online
Webcammed all the time
Forward to your friends
URLs for men
She makes them beg for their emancipation

Network her in Cannes
Newsgroups for her fans
A phenomenon you built in your lunchtime

And if you shower me with diamonds
Plug me in and I’ll respond
And if you’re sending daily flowers
Plug me in and I’ll respond

And if cover me with perfume
Plug me in and I’ll respond
And if you tell me I’m your girlfriend
Plug me in and I’ll respond




You’re like a diamond in the rough
Cover me, cover me…

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.