Hey Porter, Hey PorterHey Porter, Hey PorterHey Porter, It's gettin' light outsideThis old train is puffin' smoke and I have to strain my eyesBut ask that engineer if he'll blow his whistle, pleaseI smell frost on cotton leaves and I feel that southern breezeHey Porter, Hey Porter, please get my bags for meI need nobody to tell me now that we're in TennesseeDon't tell that engineer to make that lonesome whistle screamWe're gettin' close to homeSo take it easy on me, SteveHey Porter, Hey Porter, please open up the doorWhen they stop the strain, I'm gonna get off firstCause I can't wait no moreTell that engineer I said thanks a lot and I didn't mind the fareGonna set my feet on southern soil and breathe that southern air