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

(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)

You're on that Pan American on her way to New Orleans