"Pan Highway Blues"
(Gibbons, Hill, Beard)

I've gotten good at missin' her
I practice all the time
While I drive the Pan highway [bad word] 
With that cactus friend of mine
It's gettin' hard to see the white line rollin' by
I can't forget her memory deep inside

I 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 should
I realized I just couldn't buy her smile
I'll keep tryin' on that Pan mile by mile

If 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 [bad word] 
The time to get it right is here and now
If she won't I'll move on anyhow