Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowin', blowin' like it's gonna sweep my world away
I'm gonna stop in Carbondale and keep on goin'
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
To that Duquesne whistle blowin', soundin' like she's on her final run
To that Duquesne whistle blowin', soundin' like she's on her final run
Don't you hear that Duquesne whistle blowin'?
Blowin' like the sky's gonna blow apart
You're the only thing in life that keeps me goin'
You're like a time bomb in my heart
Well, I can hear a sweet voice gently callin'
Must be the mother
of our Lord
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowin', blowin' like my woman's on board
Let's make it like a Christmas party
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowin', soundin' like she's on her final run
To that Duquesne whistle blowin', soundin' like she's on her final run
Now, don't touch the numbers
So don't can you slow, slow down
There's some bad wine in this one
That Duquesne's Nady Mesut's wantin'
Flipped a fly
To that Duquesne whistle blowin'
Listen to that bouquet whistle blowing
Flowing through another no good town
The lights of my native land are glowing
Wonder if they'll know me next time around
I wonder if that old oak tree's still standing
That old oak tree, the one we used to climb
Listen to that bouquet whistle blowing
Blowing like she's blowing right on time
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