Hey Porter, Hey Porter
Hey Porter, 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'll blow his whistle, please
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
Don't tell that engineer to make that lonesome whistle scream
We're getting close to home
So take it easy on me, Steve
Hey Porter, Hey Porter, please open up the door
When I 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
Gonna set my feet on southern soil and breathe that southern air
