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 will you tell that engineer to slow it down;
Or better still, just stop the train
`Cause I want to look around.
Hey, Porter! Hey Porter!
What time did you say?
How much longer will it be
`Till 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 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 smell 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 my 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. I didn`t mind the fare.
I`m gonna set my feet on Southern soil
And breathe that Southern air.