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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 Songtexte 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 Aus Songtexte Mania