Hank Snow - Pan American Lyrics

I have heard your stories about your fast trains
But now I'll tell you 'bout one all the southern folks have seen
She's the beauty of the southland listen to that whistle scream
It's that Pan American on her way to New Orleans

She leaves Cincinnati heading down that Dixon Line
When she passes the Nashville Tower you could hear the whistle whine
Stick your hand right out the window and feel that southern breeze
You're on that Pan American on her way to New Orleans

If you're ever in the southland and want to see the scenes
Just get yourself a ticket on that Pan American queen
There's Louisville Nashville Montgomery the capitol of Alabam
You pass right through them all when you're New Orleans bound

She leaves Cincinnati heading down that Dixon Line
When she passes the Nashville Tower you could hear the whistle whine
Stick your hand right out the window and feel that southern breeze
You're on that Pan American on her way to New Orleans
You're on that Pan American on her way to New Orleans