I have heard your stories
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
She leaves Cincinnati (Cincinnati), heading
down that Dixon line (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
She leaves Cincinnati (Cincinnati), heading
down that Dixon line (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
You're on that Pan- American
