I've gotten good at missin' her I practice all the time While I drive the pan am highway thru 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 am 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 peru The time to get it right is here and now If she won't I'll move on anyhow
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