Pan-American Man

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Cliff Carlisle - Country, USA

Pan-American Man

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[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

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  • Cliff Carlisle