Chord Gitar Big John Khatt and the Highland Blues Band - The Wabash Cannonball Kunci Dasar - Chords.id

Verse

G                                                   C
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore..
     D                                                     G
she climbs the flowery mountains, over hills and by the shore.
G                                                               C
She's mighty tall and handsome, and she's known quite well by all.
           D                                       G
She's the hobo's accomodation..the Wabash Cannonball.
 
[Verse 2]
G                                                         C
Oh, the Eastern states are dandy, so the Western people say..
    D                                      G
Chicago, Rock Island, St. Louis..by the way.
G                                                     C
To the lakes of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall..
    D                                          G
no changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball.
 
[Chorus]
G                                              C
Oh, listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar..
        D                                                  G
as she glides along the woodland, over hills and by the shore.
G                                                             C
Hear the mighty rush of her engine..hear the lonesome hobos call..
     D                                              G
she glides along the woodlands, the Wabash Cannonball.
 
[Verse 3]
G                                                            C
Well, she came on down from Birming-Town one cold December day..
        D                                                       G
as she pulled into the station you could hear all the people say.
G                                            C
She's from Tennessee..she's long and she's tall.
     D                                                  G
She come on down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball.
 
[Verse 4]
G                                                  C
Oh, here's to Daddy Claxon, let his name forever be..
     D                                           G
and long be remembered in the courts of Tennessee.
G                                                          C
For he's a good old rounder 'til the curtains 'round him fall..
          D                                         G
he'll be carried on to Glory on the Wabash Cannonball.
 
[Verse 5]
G                                              C
I have rode the I.C. Limited, also the Royal Blue..
 D                                               G
across the Eastern counties on Elkhorn Number Two.
G                                                            C
I have rode those highball trains, from coast to coast and all..
     D                                           G
but I have found no equal to the Wabash Cannonball.
 
[Chorus]
G                                              C
Oh, listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar..
        D                                                  G
as she winds along the woodlands, over hills and by the shore.
G                                                  C
She's a mighty pretty lady, she's long and she's tall..
       D                                                  G
she's come on down from Birming-Town..the Wabash Cannonball.
 
[Outro]
G                                              C
Oh, listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar..
        D                                                  G
as she winds along the woodlands, over hills and by the shore.
G                                                             C
Hear the mighty rush of her engine..hear the lonesome hobos call..
       D                                      G
she's ridin' on to Glory..the Wabash Cannonball..
(Fade)