| Hey porter, hey porter would you tell me the time?
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| How much longer will it be till 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 'cause I wanna look around
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| Hey porter, hey porter, what time did you say?
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| How much longer will it be till 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, hey porter, 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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| As I smell frost on cotton leaves and I smell that southern breeze
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| Hey porter, hey porter, please get my bags for me
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| 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 got so far from home so take it easy on the steam
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| Takin' this train to Cancun
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| Hey porter, hey porter, please open up my door
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| When they stop this train, gonna get off first 'cause I can’t take no more
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| Tell that engineer I said thanks allot and I didn’t mind the fare
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| Gonna set my feet on southern soil, breathe that southern air |