Hey Porter

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 ya tell that engineer to slow it down?

Or better still, just stop the train

Because I want to look around

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

Hey porter! Hey porter!

It's getting light outside

This old train is puffing 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

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

Hey porter! Hey porter!

Please open up the door

When they stop the train I'm going to get off first

Because I can't wait no more

Tell that engineer I said thanks a lot

And I didn't mind the fare

I'm going to set my feet on Southern soil

And breathe that Southern air