Pan American Man

One cold and dreary afternoon, I just left the jail
Waiting for the evening train, the Pan American mail
Hear the engine moan and groan, rambling thru the land
I’ll swing aboard that cannonball, I’m a Pan American Man
Yodel:
Here she comes right down the line, see that old smoke stack
Hear the popping of the rails, Boy she’s Ballin' the Jack
The rails are slick, the engineers used up all his sand
But I’ll ride her 'til she leaves the rail, I’m a Pan American Man
Instrumental:
I may miss my footing boys, when she passes by
If I do, I’ll meet you way up in the sky
I’ll do my best boys, to swing her if I can
I have never failed to ride, I’m a Pan American Man
Yodel:
Through the land she rambles, while the farmers watch the coal
It will make you dizzy boys, to watch those drivers roll
I’m leaving you now boys, but I’m coming back again
This same old train will bring me back, I’m a Pan American Man