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

Verse

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