Roy Acuff

1.What a beautiful thought I am thinking
Concerning a great speckled bird
Remember her name is recorded
On the pages of God's Holy Word.

2. All the other birds are flocking 'round her
And she is despised by the squad
But the great speckled bird in the Bible
Is one with the great church of God.

3. All the other churches are against her
They envy her glory and fame
They hate her because she is chosen
And has not denied Jesus' name.

4. Desiring to lower her standard
They watch every move that she makes
They long to find fault with her teachings
But really they find no mistake.

5. She is spreading her wings for a journey
She's going to leave by and by
When the trumpet shall sound in the morning
She'll rise and go up in the sky.

6. In the presence of all her despisers
With a song never uttered before
She will rise and be gone in a moment
Till the great tribulation is o'er.

7. I am glad I have learned of her meekness
I am proud that my name is on her book
For I want to be one never fearing
The face of my Savior to look.

8. When He cometh descending from heaven
On the cloud that He writes in His Word
I'll be joyfully carried to meet Him
On the wings of that great speckled bird.

CHORUS:
Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar as she glides along the woodland
ore the hills and by the shore
hear the rush of the mighty engine hear the lonesome hobos call
he's riding through the jungle on the Wabash cannon ball

VERSE
now the western states are dandies so the southern people say from Chicago
and St. Louis
and Peoria by the way
to the lake of Minnesota where the rippling waters flow no chances to be
taken on
the Wabash cannon ball

VERSE
she pulled in to the station one cold December day
as she rolled up to the platform you could hear all the people say
now theirs a gal from Birmingham she's Elong and she's tall she came down
from Georgia
on the Wabash cannon ball

VERSE
now heres to daddy claxton may his name forever stand
and always be remembered in the courts of all the land
his earthly race is over and as the curtain falls
we'll carry him back to Dixie on the Wabash cannon ball
Wabash Cannonball

In the twilight glow I see her blue eyes crying in the rain
When we kissed goodbye and parted I knew we'd never meet again
Love is like a dying ember only memories remain
Through the ages I'll remember blue eyes crying in the rain

Now my hair has turned to silver all my life I've loved in vain
I can see her star in heaven blue eyes crying in the rain
Some day when we meet up yonder we'll stroll hand in hand again
In a land that knows no parting blue eyes crying in the rain

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 rush of the mighty engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call
He's riding through the jungle on the Wabash Cannnonball

Now the western states are dandies, so the southern people say
From Chicago and St. Louis and Peoria by the way
To the lake of Minnesota, where the rippling waters flow
No chances to be taken 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 rush of the mighty engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call
He's riding through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball

She pulled in to the station one cold December day
As she rolled up to the platform, you could hear all the people say
"Now there's a gal from Birmingham, she's long and she's tall
She came down from Georgia 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 rush of the mighty engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call
He's riding through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball

Now here's to Daddy Claxton, may his name forever stand
And always be remembered in the courts of all the land
His earthly race is over and as the curtain falls
We'll carry him back to Dixie on the Wabash Cannonball
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 rush of the mighty engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call
He's riding through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball