Duquesne Whistle

Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing Blowing like it's gonna sweep my world away I wanna stop at Carmangale and keep on going That Duquesne train gon' rock me night and day You say I'm a gambler, you say I'm a pimp But I ain't neither one Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing Sounding like it's on a final run Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing Blowing like she's never blown before Look like blinking, red light blowing Blowing like she's at my chamber door You smiling through the fence at me Just like you always smiled before Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing Blowing like she ain't gonna blow no more Can't you hear that Duquesne whistle blowing Blowing like the sky is gonna blow apart You're the only thing alive that keeps me going You're like a tie bound to my hear I can hear a sweet voice gently calling Must be the mother of our Lord Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing Blowing like my woman's on board Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing Blowing like it's gonna blow my blues away You old rascal, I know exactly where you're going I'll leave you there myself at the break of day I wake up every morning with that woman at my breast Everybody's telling me she's gone to my head Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing Blowing like it's gonna kill me dead Can't you hear that Duquesne whistle blowing Blowing through another no good town The lights of my native land are glowing I wonder if they'll know me next time around I wondered if that old oak tree's still standing That old oak tree, the one we used to climb Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing Blowing like she's blowing right on time