Hey porter! Hey porter Would you tell me the time How much longer will it be until we cross That Mason Dixon Line At daylight would you 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 ya say How much longer will it be until I can See the light of day When we hit Dixie will you tell that engineer To ring his bell And ask everybody that isn'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 Because I smell frost on cotton leaves And I feel that Southern breeze Hey porter! Hey porter Please get my bags for me I don't need anybody 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 airTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
