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 southlands
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 your ever in the south lands
And want to see the scenes
Just get yourself a ticket
On that Pan American queen
There're Louiville
Nashville, Montgomery
The capital of Alabam
You pass right through then 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