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Written by John R. Cash |
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Hey Porter, hey Porter, would you tell me the time |
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How much longer will it be 'til we cross that Mason-Dixon line |
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When we hit Dixie would 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, what time did you say |
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How much longer will it be 'til I can see the light of day |
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When we hit Dixie would you tell that engineer to slow it down |
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Better still just stop the train 'cause I'd like to look around |
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Hey Porter, hey Porter, it's gettin' 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 would blow his whistle please |
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I smell frost on cotton leaves and I feel that southern breeze |
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Hey Porter, hey Porter, 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 gettin' close to home so take it easy on the steam |
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Hey Porter, hey Porter, please open up the door |
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When they stop this train, I'm gonna get off first 'cause I can't wait no more |
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Tell that engineer I said thanks a lot and I didn't mind the fair |
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Gonna set my feet on southern soil and breathe that southern air |
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Hey Porter, hey Porter, would you tell me the time |
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How much longer will it be 'til we cross that Mason-Dixon line |
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When we hit Dixie would you tell that engineer to ring his bell |
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Ask everybody that ain't asleep to stand right up and yell |
