Intro
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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 Carmbondale and keep on going
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That Duquesne train goin' 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 goin' 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 goin' 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 native 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
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