I'm calling on every nation, Every generation, you are worthy of love and celebration, This is a tribute to you, This is a tribute to you.
Tell me why are you hiding that shine inside your star, Aren't you sick of fighting, The person that you are, There is a better way, Think about it, Be about it, Know your worth, And never doubt it, Rise above it, Push and shove it, Till you make them haters love it, Do what you do, Be authentically you, Cause who you are is magic,
Don't get lost in all the static.
This is for the mothers, Sisters and brothers, Young and old lovers, Every skin color, This is for the babies, Gentlemen and ladies, Cause who you are is magic, Don't get lost in all the static.
I'm calling on every nation, Every generation, You are worthy of love and celebration, This is a tribute to you, This is a tribute to you.
This is for the mothers, Sisters and brothers, Young and old lovers, Every skin color, This is for the babies, Gentlemen and ladies, The sane and the crazies, The weeds and the daisies, You're pretending, So that you fit in the crowd, But you weren't made to blend in, You were made to stand out.
Think about it, Be about it, Know your worth, And never doubt it, Rise above it, Push and shove it, Till you make them haters love it, Do what you do, Be authentically you.
Cause who you srte is magic, Don't get lost in all the static.
I'm calling on every nation, Every generation, you are worthy of love and celebration, This is a tribute to you, This is a tribute to you.

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

I know I've got a good thing,
You can try and hold me back,
No, no,
Cos’ I got that feeling.


Nothing’s gonna stop me now,
Nothing’s gonna stop me now,
Nothing’s gonna stop me now,
Nothing, nothing, nothing.

So stand up and fight,
This is our war,
So stand up and fight,
This is our war,
So stand up and fight,
This is our war,
So stand up and fight,
This is our war.

So stand up and fight,
This is our war,
So stand up and fight,
This is our war,
So stand up and fight,
This is our war,
So stand up and fight,
This is our war.