Pan Am Highway Blues

I've gotten good at missin' her
I practice all the time
While I drive the Pan Am Highway through
With that cactus friend of mineIt's gettin' hard to see, the white line rollin' by
But I can't forget her memory deep insideI dropped a bundle down in Panama
But the loss didn't do me no good
Spendin' cash and talkin' trash
Don't do it like it shouldI realized, I just couldn't buy her smile
But I'll keep tryin' on that Pan Am mile by mileIf she'd meet me in San Salvador
I'd buy her a drink or two
We'd talk about our used to be
And ride on to PeruThe time to get it right is here and now
And if she won't I'll move on anyhow