Duquesne Whistle

Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing

Blowing like it's gonna sweep my world away

I'm gonna stop in Carbondale and keep on going

That Duquesne train gonna ride 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

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