[Guitar]
Hey porter hey porter it's gettin' light outside
This old train is puffing smoke and I have to strain my eyes
But ask that engineer if he will blow his whistle please
Cause I smell frost on cotton leaves and I feel that southern breeze
Hey porter hey porter please take my bags from me
I need nobody to tell me that we're in Tennessee
Go tell that engineer to make that lonesome whistle scream
I know we're not too far from home so take it easy on the steam
[Steel]
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 I didn't mind the fare
I'm gonna set my feet on southern soil and breathe that southern air