[Verse 1]
I have heard your stories about your fast trains
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 her way to New Orleans

[Chorus]
She leaves Cincinnati heading down that Dixon Line (Cincinnati, Dixon Line)
When she passes the Nashville Tower you can hear the whistle whine
Stick your head right out of the window and feel that southern breeze
You're on that Pan American on her way to New Orleans

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
She leaves Cincinnati heading down that Dixon Line (Cincinnati, Dixon Line)
When she passes the Nashville Tower you can hear the whistle whine
Stick your head right out of the window and feel that southern breeze
You're on that Pan American on her way to New Orleans

[Outro]
You're on that Pan American on her way to New Orleans