I have heard your stories
About your fast trains
But now I'll tell you â€~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
She leaves Cincinnati
Heading down that Dixon Line
When she passes the Nashville Tower
You could hear the whistle whine
Stick your hand 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 that Pan American queen
There's Louisville, Nashville, Montgomery
The capitol of Alabam
You pass right through them all
When you're New Orleans bound
She leaves Cincinnati

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