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