Lyrics:
tall?
Who's gonna play the Opry
And the Wabash Cannonball?
Who's gonna give their heart and soul
To get to me and you?
Lord, I wonder, who's gonna
sends all it's fragrance
From the fields I used to roam
When I dream about the
Moonlight on the Wabash
Then I long for my Indiana home
Back home again in
hay sends all its fragnance
Through the fields I used to roam.
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
Then I long for my Indiana home.
[ piano ]
hay sends all its fragnance
Through the fields I used to roam
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
Then I long for my Indiana home
(When I
fragrance
From fields I used to roam when I dream
About the moonlight on the Wabash
Then I long for my Indiana home
Fancy paints on mem'ry's canvas
Scenes
I'm running down Wabash Avenue
Trying to find the body of this voice
That I'm talking to
'Cause Google Maps ain't helping
When it reroutes me every
mown hay sends all its fragrance
From the fields I used to roam.
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash,
Then I long for my Indiana home.
all its fragrance
From the fields I used to roam
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
Then I long for my Indiana home
Fancy paints
mown hay sends all its fragrance
From the fields I used to roam.
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash,
Then I long for my Indiana home.
face
How would you like to go and
See that ol' Wabash-ful beau you used to know
In Kokomo, Indiana?
Wouldn't you just as soon
Go out and spoon
the Wabash
Can't borrow time with the cold cash
Sha la la-la-la-la la
La la la la-la-la-la (with the cold cash)
La la la-la-la-la la
La la
Television
Who's gonna play the Opry
And the Wabash Cannonball
Who's gonna give their heart and soul
To get to me and you
Lord I wonder, who's gonna fill their
mown hay sends all its fragrance
From the fields I used to roam.
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash,
Then I long for my Indiana home.
gonna stand that tall
Who's gonna play the Opry
And the Wabash Cannonball
Who's gonna give their heart and soul
To get to me and you
Lord I
Way down on the Wabash
Such land was never known
If Adam had passed over it
That land he'd surely own
He'd think it was the garden
He played in
and handsome
And known quite well by all
She's the combination
Called the Wabash Cannonball
Oh, here's to Daddy Claxton
May his name forever stand
And always be
hay sends all its fragrance
Through the fields I used to roam
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
How I long for my Indiana home
Fancy
a high-balling loner
Thought he could own her
And he bought her a fur coat
And a big diamond ring
But she hung in for cold cash
Left down on the Wabash
born in Mississippi away down south and he flagged on the T N & O
He yodeled to fame on the Boston Main the Wabash and the Teepee
From the old Grand
yodeled to fame on the Boston
Main the Wabash and the Teepee
From the old Grand Trunk to the cotton belt
And he yodeled on the Santa Fe
On the Lehigh
hay sends all its fragrance
Through the fields I used to roam
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
How I long for my Indiana home
Fancy
O.
He yodeled to fame on the Boston Main
The Wabash and the T. P.
From the old Grand Trunk to the cotton belt
He yodeled on the Santa Fe.
hay sends all its fragrance
Through the fields I used to roam
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
How I long for my Indiana home
Fancy
cold cash, left town on the Wabash,
Never thinkin', never thinkin' of home 'way back then.
But the rails are now rusty, the dining cars dusty,
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