Lyrics Pan American - Hank Williams

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 headin' 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 your self a ticket on the Pan American Queen
There's Louisville, Nashville, Montgomery the capital of Alabama
You pass right through them all when you're New Orleans bound

She leaves Cincinnati headin' 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