Pan American Lyrics - Hank Snow

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 

(Chorus) 

She leaves Cincinnati heading down that Dixie line 

When she passes the Nashville tower, you can hear that whistle whine 

Stick your head right out of 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 capital of Alabam' 

You right pass thru them all when you're New Orleans bound 

(Repeat chorus)