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