LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeDuquesne Whistle
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowingBlowing like it's gonna sweep my world awayI wanna stop at Carmangale and keep on goingThat Duquesne train gon' rock me night and dayYou say I'm a gambler, you say I'm a pimpBut I ain't neither oneListen to that Duquesne whistle blowingSounding like it's on a final runListen to that Duquesne whistle blowingBlowing like she never blowed beforeBlue little light blinking, red light glowingBlowing like she's at my chamber doorYou smiling through the fence at meJust like you always smiled beforeListen to that Duquesne whistle blowingBlowing like she ain't gon' blow no moreCan't you hear that Duquesne whistle blowing?Blowing like the sky's gonna blow apartYou're the only thing alive that keeps me goingYou're like a time bomb in my heartI can hear a sweet voice steadily callingMust be the mother of our lor'Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowingBlowing like my woman's on boardListen to that Duquesne whistle blowingBlowing like it's gon' blow my blues awayYou old rascal, I know exactly where you're goingI'll lead you there myself at the break of dayI wake up every morning with that woman in my bedEverybody telling me she's gone to my headListen to that Duquesne whistle blowingBlowing like it's gon' kill me deadCan't you hear that Duquesne whistle blowing?Blowing through another no good townThe lights on my lady's land are glowingI wonder if they'll know me next time 'roundI wonder if that old oak tree's still standingThat old oak tree, the one we used to climbListen to that Duquesne whistle blowingBlowing like she's blowing right on time
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