Hey Porter

Written by John R. Cash
 Hey Porter, hey Porter, would you tell me the time
 How much longer will it be 'til we cross that Mason-Dixon line
 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, what time did you say
 How much longer will it be 'til I can see the light of day
 When we hit Dixie would you tell that engineer to slow it down
 Better still just stop the train 'cause I'd like to look around
 Hey Porter, hey Porter, it's gettin' light outside
 This old train is puffin' smoke and I have to strain my eyes
 But ask that engineer if he would blow his whistle please
 I smell frost on cotton leaves and I feel that southern breeze
 Hey Porter, hey Porter, 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 gettin' close to home so take it easy on the steam
 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 said thanks a lot and I didn't mind the fair
 Gonna set my feet on southern soil and breathe that southern air
 Hey Porter, hey Porter, would you tell me the time
 How much longer will it be 'til we cross that Mason-Dixon line
 When we hit Dixie would you tell that engineer to ring his bell
 Ask everybody that ain't asleep to stand right up and yell