Chord Gitar Big John Khatt and the Highland Blues Band - The Wabash Cannonball Kunci Dasar - Chords.id (Nada Dasar D#)

Verse

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