| Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
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| Blowing like it’s gonna sweep my world away
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| I wanna stop at Carmangale and keep on going
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| That Duquesne train gon' rock me night and day
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| You say I’m a gambler, you say I’m a pimp
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| But I ain’t neither one
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| Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
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| Sounding like it’s on a final run
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| Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
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| Blowing like she never blowed before
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| Little light blinking, red light glowing
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| Blowing like she’s at my chamber door
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| You smiling through the fence at me
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| Just like you always smiled before
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| Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
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| Blowing like she ain’t gon' blow no more
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| Can’t you hear that Duquesne whistle blowing?
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| Blowing like the sky’s gonna blow apart
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| You’re the only thing alive that keeps me going
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| You’re like a time bomb in my heart
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| I can hear a sweet voice steadily calling
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| Must be the mother of our lord
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| Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
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| Blowing like my woman’s on board
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| Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
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| Blowing like it’s gon' blow my blues away
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| You old rascal, I know exactly where you’re going
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| I’ll lead you there myself at the break of day
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| I wake up every morning with that woman in my bed
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| Everybody telling me she’s gone to my head
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| Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
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| Blowing like it’s gon' kill me dead
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| Can’t you hear that Duquesne whistle blowing?
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| Blowing through another no good town
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| The lights on my lady’s land are glowing
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| I wonder if they’ll know me next time 'round
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| I wonder if that old oak tree’s still standing
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| That old oak tree, the one we used to climb
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| Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
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| Blowing like she’s blowing right on time |