Hey Porter

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 will 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 puffin' smoke and I have to strain my eyes
But ask that engineer if he will blow his whistle please
As I smell frost on cotton leaves and I smell that southern breeze
Hey porter, hey porter, please get my bags for me
Need nobody to tell me now that we’re in Tennessee
Go tell that engineer to make that lonesome whistle scream
We got so far from home so take it easy on the steam
Takin' this train to Cancun
Hey porter, hey porter, please open up my door
When they stop this train, gonna get off first 'cause I can’t take no more
Tell that engineer I said thanks allot and I didn’t mind the fare
Gonna set my feet on southern soil, breathe that southern air