Hey, porter
Hey, porter
Would you tell me the time?
How much longer will it be till 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 wanna 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
Would 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 gonna get off first
Cause I can't wait no more
Go tell that engineer I said thanks a lot
And I didn't mind the fare
I'm gonna set my feet on Southern soil
And breathe that Southern air