| Hey, Porter
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| Hey Porter
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| Would you tell me the time?
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| How much longer will it be
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| 'Til we cross that Mason Dixon Line?
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| At daylight would you tell that engineer to slow it down
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| Or better still, just stop the train
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| 'Cause I want to look around
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| Hey, Porter
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| Hey, Porter
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| What time did you say?
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| How much longer will it be
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| 'Til I can see the light of day?
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| When we hit Dixie will you tell that engineer to ring his bell
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| And ask everybody that ain't asleep to stand right up and yell
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| Hey, Porter
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| Hey, Porter
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| It's getting light outside
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| This old train is puffin' smoke and I have to strain my eyes
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| But ask that engineer if he will blow his whistle please
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| 'Cause I smell frost on cotton leaves
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| And I feel that Southern breeze
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| Hey, Porter
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| Hey, Porter
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| Please get my bags for me
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| I need nobody to tell me now that we're in Tennessee
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| Go tell that engineer to make that lonesome whistle scream
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| We're not so far from home so take it easy on the steam
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| Hey, Porter
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| Hey, Porter
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| Please open up the door
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| When they stop this train I'm gonna get off first
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| 'Cause I can't wait no more
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| Tell that engineer I say,
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| Thanks a lot and I didn't mind the fare
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| I'm gonna set my feet on Southern soil
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| And breathe that Southern air |