Intro:
Lis
ten to that Duquesne whistle bl
owi
ng
Blo
wing like it’s gonna sweep my w
orld
away
I wanna
st
op at Carmbondale and keep on
goi
ng
Tha
t Duquesne train goin’ rock me night
and d
ay
You say I’m a gambler yo
u say I’m a pimp
Lis
ten to that Duquesne whistle
blo
wing
Sou
nding like it’s on a final
run
Lis
ten to that Duquesne whistle bl
owi
ng
Blo
wing like she never blowed be
fore
Lit
tle light blinking red light g
low
ing
Blo
wing like she’s at my chamber
door
You smiling through the fence at m
e
Just like you always smiled be
fore
Lis
ten to that Duquesne whistle b
low
ing
Blo
wing like she ain’t goin’ blow no
mo
re
Can’t you hear that Duquesne whistle bl
owing?
Blowing like the sky’s gonna blow
apart
You’re the only thing alive that keeps me
going
You’re like a time bomb in my h
eart
I can hear a sweet voice steadily ca
lling
Must be the mother of our L
ord
Lis
ten to that Duquesne whistle bl
owi
ng
Blo
wing like my woman’s on b
oar
d
Lis
ten to that Duquesne whistle b
low
ing
Blo
wing like it’s gon’ blow my b
lue
s away
You ol
d r
ascal I know exactly where you’re goi
ng
I’l
l lead you there myself at the break of
da
y
I
wake up every morning with that
woman in my bed
Everybody telling me she’s go
ne to my head
Lis
ten to that Duquesne whistle b
low
ing
Blo
wing like it’s goin’ kill me de
ad
Can’
t you hear that Duquesne whistle b
low
ing?
Blo
wing through another no good
town
The
lights on my native land are gl
owi
ng
I w
onder if they’ll know me next time
’r
ound
I wonder if that old oak tree’s still s
tanding
That old oak tree the one we used to cl
imb
List
en to that Duquesne whistle bl
owi
ng
Blo
wing like she’s blowing right o
n t
ime