| Hey, Porter |
| Hey Porter |
| Would you tell me the time? |
| How much longer will it be |
| 'Til we cross that Mason Dixon Line? |
| At daylight would you tell that engineer to slow it down |
| Or better still, just stop the train |
| 'Cause I want to look around |
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| Hey, Porter |
| Hey, Porter |
| What time did you say? |
| How much longer will it be |
| 'Til I can see the light of day? |
| When we hit Dixie will you tell that engineer to ring his bell |
| And ask everybody that ain't asleep to stand right up and yell |
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| Hey, Porter |
| Hey, Porter |
| It's getting light outside |
| This old train is puffin' smoke and I have to strain my eyes |
| But ask that engineer if he will blow his whistle please |
| 'Cause I smell frost on cotton leaves |
| And I feel that Southern breeze |
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| Hey, Porter |
| Hey, Porter |
| Please get my bags for me |
| I need nobody to tell me now that we're in Tennessee |
| Go tell that engineer to make that lonesome whistle scream |
| We're not so far from home so take it easy on the steam |
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| Hey, Porter |
| Hey, Porter |
| Please open up the door |
| When they stop this train I'm gonna get off first |
| 'Cause I can't wait no more |
| Tell that engineer I say, |
| Thanks a lot and I didn't mind the fare |
| I'm gonna set my feet on Southern soil |
| And breathe that Southern air |