Verse 1

From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore

From the queen of flowing mountains to the south side by the shore

She's mighty tall and handsome and known quite well by all

She's the combination on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 2

Now She came down from Birmingham one cold December day

As she rolled into the station you could hear all the people say

There's that gal from Tennessee she's long and she's tall

She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 3

Yeah Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar

As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore

Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear that lonesome hobo call

You're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 4

Our Eastern states are dandy so the people always say

From New York to St. Louis and Chicago by the way

From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall

No chances can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 5

So Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar

As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore

Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear that lonesome hobo call

You're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball

Traditional arranged by

Manuel Galvin & Jean-Jacques Milteau

Verse 1

Well I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee

I'm bound for Louisiana, my own true love for to see

It rained all night the day I left

The weather it was dry

Sun so hot I froze to death

Susanna, don't you cry

Chorus

Oh, Susanna

Don't you cry for me

‘Cause I come from Alabama with the banjo on my knee

Verse 2

I had a dream the other night

When everything was still

I dreamed I saw my girl Susanne

She was coming around the hill

The buckwheat cake was in her mouth

A tear was in her eye

I said I come from Dixie girl

Suzanna, don't you cry

Chorus

Oh, Susanna

Now, don't you cry for me

‘Cause I come from Alabama with the banjo on my knee

Yeah Oh, Susanna

Now, don't you cry for me

‘Cause I come from Alabama with this banjo on my knee

Words & Music by Stephen Foster (D.P)

Arrangement by

Manuel Galvin & Jean-Jacques Milteau

It’s happened again Somebody told Told you you’re wrong Told you it’s easy You’re back at the start Cos something was said Oh you need to let go You gotta stop listening
Just let it all roll off your back Just let it all roll on by
Some people get high From making you low Said you shouldn’t have gone It’s not what you’re good at Well just turn around And take your bow Cos this is your life Only you can live it
Just let it all roll off your back Just let it all roll on by
Just let it all roll off your back Just let if all roll off your track Just let it all go from you grasp Just let it all roll on by

Drown me out, I can’t hear you now
My body left my heart when you left the room
Don’t look at the time, don’t look at your phone
Just follow me outta here into the unknown
Help me waste our time

I’m calling you up, I’m telling you now
That I can’t go on this way
Hey hey hey, what do you say to this
You and I forever lost in us
Here comes the sun
And honey we’re still young

Help me out, I can’t bear this now
The loneliness has broken me in two
Am I fool? Am I a fool for you?
The only thing that keeps me here
Is knowing there’s a chance that you could
Help me waste our time

I’m calling you up, I’m telling you now
That I can’t go on this way
Hey hey hey, what do you say to this
You and I forever lost in us
Here comes the sun
And honey we’re still young

I’m calling you up, I’m telling you now
That I can’t go on this way
Hey hey hey, what do you say to this
You and I forever lost in us
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun
And honey we’re still young

Time has taken its toll
There ain't nothing left here
This ain't no home

Dreams have cut off their wings
This fire will burn through the night
And into the spring

Food for the man
Fuel for the flame
The story went cold
Buried in shame
On the day that she came she was singing hallelujah

Pray for the ones who were lost
Pray that we all find a place in which we belong

Free yourself from the chains
There ain't nothing stopping you now
So turn back around now dear

Food for the man
Fuel for the flame
The story went cold
Buried in shame
On the day that she came she was singing hallelujah

Hey, I guess we got old
We just spent all our days lying here in the cold

As far as I can see
ain't no use in this life
ain't no use in you or me

Food for the man
Fuel for the flame
The story went cold
Buried in shame
On the day that she came she was singing hallelujah
On the day that she came she was singing hallelujah
On the day that she came she was singing hallelujah

Onomatopoeia