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 trein 'cause I want to 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 ev'rybody that ain't asleep to stand right up and yell?

Hey porter, hey porter, it's gettin' light outside.

This ol' train is puffin' smoke and I have to strain my eyes.

But ask that engineer if he will blow his whistle, please,

'Cause I smell frost on cotton leaves and I feel that southern breeze.

Hey porter, hey porter, please 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 not so far from 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 fare.

I'm gonna set my feet on southern soil and breath that southern air.