Pan-American Man

[Verse 1]
Old and a dreary afternoon, I just left for jail
Waitin' for the evening train, the Pan-American male
Hear the engine moan and groan, rambling through the land
I'll climb aboard that cannonball, I'm the Pan-American man

[Verse 2]
Here she comes right down the line, say the old folk's back
He's a-pumping on the rails, boy, she's ballin' that jack
The rails are slick and the engineer
Done used up all of his sand
But I'll ride 'til the leave the rail on, I'm the Pan-American man

[Verse 3]
I may miss my footing, boys, when she passes by
If I do then I'll meet you way up in the sky
I wish you my best of boys, swing her if I can
I have never failed to ride, I'm the Pan-American man

[Verse 4]
Through the land she's rambling
While the farmer slings the coal
It'll make you dizzy, boys, to watch them garbers grow
I'm a-leaving you now boys, I'm coming back again
The same old train will bring me back
I'm the Pan-American man