Ian Anderson
Panama Freighter
Night close in on a shanty town
Panama freighter wearing rusty brown
She sails tomorrow and she's homeward bound
Head up on a lumpy sea

I'm not the only lonely planet rider
In this one horse town, I'm thinking
And I won't over-rate or patronize you

I know we're as different as chalk and cheese;
As black hole winters and salad days
And I wouldn't like your mother much anyway

But it's not her I'm taking home with me

Don't intend to dress you in silver threads
Like some trophy in sublime seclusion
Won't try to educate or civilize you

Night close in on a shanty town
Panama freighter wearing rusty brown
She sails tomorrow and she's homeward bound
And you're bound to come home with me
On the Panama freighter with me