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Country’s Bad Boys
Disc 1
01. Cry, Cry, Cry
02. Hey Porter
03. Folsom Prison Blues
04. So Doggone Lonesome
05. I Walk the Line
06. Train of Love
07. There You Go
08. Belshazzar
09. Down the Street to 301
10. I Love You Because
11. Blue Train
12. You Win Again
13. Oh Lonesome Me
14. Hey, Good Looking
15. Thanks a Lot
16. The Story of a Broken Heart
17. Straight a’s in Love
18. The Wreck of the Old ’97
Disc 2
01. Mama Tried
02. Workin’ Man Blues
03. Silver Wings
04. Always Wanting You
05. Okie From Muskogee
06. Branded Man
07. Carolyn
08. If We Make It Through December
09. The Fightin’ Side of Me
10. The Bottle Let Me Down
11. Turnin’ Off a Memory
12. Daddy Frank the Guitar Man
13. Sing Me Back Home
14. I’m a Lonesome Fugitive
15. Kentucky Gambler
16. The Way I Am
17. Today I Started Loving You Again
18. Things Aren’t Funny Anymore
Disc 3
01. Any Old Arms Won’t Do
02. Blame It on the Times
03. You Wouldn’t Cross the Street to Say Goodbye
04. You’ll Always Have Someone
05. Rainy Day Blues
06. So Much to Do
07. I Can’t Find the Time
08. Face of a Fighter
09. Is There Something on Your Mind
10. Waiting Time
11. Night Life
12. Slow Down Old Wound
13. Home Is Where You’re Happy
14. Shelter of Your Arms
15. Go Away
16. Everything but You
17. Building Heartaches
18. The Last Letter
19. Things to Remember
20. I Hope So
21. Let’s Pretend
22. Pride Wins Again
23. The Storm Has Just Begin
24. No Tomorrow in Sight
25. Will You Remember Mine
Hey, Porter, Hey Porter!
Would you tell me the time?
How much longer will it be
'Til we cross that Mason Dixon Line?
At daylight would you tell that engineer to slow it down
Or better still, just stop the train
'Cause I want to look around

Hey, Porter! Hey Porter!
What time did you say?
How much longer will it be
'Till I can see the light of day?
When we hit Dixie will 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!
It's getting light outside
This old train is puffin' 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 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 not so far from 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 fare"
I'm gonna set my feet on Southern soil
And breathe that Southern air