Bob Dylan

 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 heart
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

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