Pullman Porter Man 1911

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 11 Aug 2005

On the Twentieth Century Limited train
was a Porter Man named Daniel Lane
who led a double life,
at each end he had a wife.
He'd bid goodbye to number one
saying" Goodness, how I'll miss you, hon,"
then go to number two
and swear that he'd been true.
His wife, out in Chicago,
sat a singing all day long,
while in New York his other wife
would sing the same old song.

He's my Dan, my Pullman Porter Man!
He's the high Magul and Czar
of a Pullman Palace car.
'Long the line,
just see his buttons shine,
I'm swelled all up
because I know he's mine.
From his trips
he brings home all his tips,
he just lays down his grips
and puckers up his lips,
in the evenin' he says: "Goodnight Chic,"
in the morning: "How dedo N.Y."
He's some "fast man"
my Pullman Porter Man.

He's my Dan, my Pullman Porter Man!
He's the high Magul and Czar
of a Pullman Palace car.
'Long the line,
just see his buttons shine,
I'm swelled all up
because I know he's mine.
From his trips
he brings home all his tips,
he just lays down his grips
and puckers up his lips,
in the evenin' he says: "Goodnight Chic,"
in the morning: "How dedo N.Y."
He's some "fast man"
my Pullman Porter Man.

At Buffalo they had a wreck
and poor Dan nearly broke his neck
the news his wives both heard
and thought that he was dead.
They both packed up
and jumped on trains
to view their loved one's last remains,
they reached his side next day
while in a trance he lay;
the doctor said: "Who is this man,
now please identify,"
then both his wives looked down at Dan
and both began to cry.

He's my Dan, my Pullman Porter Man!
He's the high Magul and Czar
of a Pullman Palace car.
'Long the line,
just see his buttons shine,
I'm swelled all up
because I know he's mine.
From his trips
he brings home all his tips,
he just lays down his grips
and puckers up his lips,
in the evenin' he says: "Goodnight Chic,"
in the morning: "How dedo N.Y."
He's some "fast man"
my Pullman Porter Man.

He's my Dan, my Pullman Porter Man!
He's the high Magul and Czar
of a Pullman Palace car.
'Long the line,
just see his buttons shine,
I'm swelled all up
because I know he's mine.
From his trips
he brings home all his tips,
he just lays down his grips
and puckers up his lips,
in the evenin' he says: "Goodnight Chic,"
in the morning: "How dedo N.Y."
He's some "fast man"
my Pullman Porter Man.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Pullman Porter Man 1911
Words by Stanley Murphy - Music by Arthur E. Behim
© 1911 by Jerome H. Remick & Co., New York
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sequence and karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Thursday 11 August 2005 at 12.45
in association with Doug Grierson
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