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

Verse

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