Marty Stuart - Hey Porter lyrics
[Marty Stuart - Hey Porter lyrics]
Written by John R cash
Hey Porter, hey Porter
Would you tell me the time
How much longer will it be 'til
We cross that Mason-Dixon line
When we hit Dixie would 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, what time did you say
How much longer will it be 'til I
Can see the light of day
When we hit Dixie would you tell
That engineer to slow it down
Better still just stop the train 'cause
I'd like to look around
Hey Porter, hey Porter
It's gettin' light outside
This old train is puffin' smoke and
I have to strain my eyes
But ask that engineer if he
Would blow his whistle please
I smell frost on cotton leaves and
I feel that southern breeze
Hey Porter, hey Porter, 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 gettin' close to 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 fair
Gonna set my feet on southern soil
And breathe that southern air
Hey Porter, hey Porter
Would you tell me the time
How much longer will it be 'til
We cross that Mason-Dixon line
When we hit Dixie would you tell
That engineer to ring his bell
Ask everybody that ain't asleep to
Stand right up and yell
Hey Porter, hey Porter
Would you tell me the time
How much longer will it be 'til
We cross that Mason-Dixon line
When we hit Dixie would 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, what time did you say
How much longer will it be 'til I
Can see the light of day
When we hit Dixie would you tell
That engineer to slow it down
Better still just stop the train 'cause
I'd like to look around
Hey Porter, hey Porter
It's gettin' light outside
This old train is puffin' smoke and
I have to strain my eyes
But ask that engineer if he
Would blow his whistle please
I smell frost on cotton leaves and
I feel that southern breeze
Hey Porter, hey Porter, 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 gettin' close to 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 fair
Gonna set my feet on southern soil
And breathe that southern air
Hey Porter, hey Porter
Would you tell me the time
How much longer will it be 'til
We cross that Mason-Dixon line
When we hit Dixie would you tell
That engineer to ring his bell
Ask everybody that ain't asleep to
Stand right up and yell