L’un des principaux succès de la famille Carter. Wabash Cannonball est une chanson dont le héros est un train. C’est une chanson classique qui doit dater le la fin du XIXe siècle. Les Carter l’ont enregistrée en 1929.

La musique sera familière à ceux et celles qui connaissent l’oeuvre de Woody Guthrie. Il l’a en effet reprise et adaptée pour sa chanson Grand Coulee Dam (que l’on trouve sur ce site), dans le cycle de la Columbia River. D’une façon générale, d’ailleurs, lorsque l’on écoute les chansons de la famille Carter, on rencontre souvent des mélodies plus tard utilisées par Guthrie. Il est difficile de dire si c’est parce qu’il connaissait les chansons par ailleurs, ou parce qu’il avait beaucoup écouté ce groupe, mais les deux hypothèses ont sans doute leur part de vérité.

WABASH CANNONBALL
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
She climbs a flowery mountains o’er the hills and by the shore
She’s mighty tall and handsome she’s known quite well by all
She’s a regular combination on the Wabash Cannonball

Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland o’er the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear those lonesome hoboes call
Traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball

Well she came down from Birmingham one cold December day
As she pulled into the station you could hear all the people say
She’s from Tennessee she’s long and she’s tall
She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball

Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland o’er the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear those lonesome hoboes call
Traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball

Here’s to daddy Claxton may his name forever stand
And always be remembered in the courts throughout the land
His earthly race is over and the curtains round him fall
We’ll carry him home to Dixie on the Wabash Cannonball

Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland o’er the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear those lonesome hoboes call
Traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball