Bob Dylan - Duquesne
Whistle
New song from Bon Dylan
Lyric:
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 a final move.
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 isn'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 a 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 a day
I
wake up every morning with that woman in my bed
Everybody
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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