%%- ---Puff & the Wabash Cannonball--- Oh Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee From the wide Pacific ocean to the broad Atlantic shore She climbs the flowery mountains, over hills and by the shore Noble kings and princes would bow whene'er they came, Pirate ships would lower their flags when Puff roared out his name. Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the merry hobos squall to rumble through the jungle, the Wabash Cannonball %%- ---DON'T FENCE ME IN--- (#1, 8 weeks, 1944-45) oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above let me ride through the wide open country that I love let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze and listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees i want to ride to the ridge where the West commences and gaze at the moon till I lose my senses...