Pan American Songtext
von Roy Acuff

I have heard your stories about your fast trains
But now I′ll tell you about 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 Dixie line
When she passes that Nashville tower, you can hear that whistle whine
Stick your head 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 the Pan American Queen
There′s Louisville, Nashville, Montgomery, the capital of Alabam′
You pass right through them all when you're New Orleans bound

She leaves Cincinnati, heading down that Dixie line
When she passes that Nashville tower, you can hear that whistle whine
Stick your head right out the window and feel that southern breeze
You′re on that Pan American on her way to New Orleans