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 south lands, 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 out the windows and feel that southern breeze
You’re on that Pan American on her way to New Orleans