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Tempest sessions, Groove Masters studio, Santa Monica CA - jan/mar 2012
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowin'
Blowin' like it's gonna sweep my world away
I wanna stop at Carbondale and keep on goin'
That Duquesne train gonna rock 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 run
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowin'
Blowin' like she never blowed before
Little light blinkin', red light glowin'
Blowin' like she's at my chamber door
You smilin' through the fence at me
Just like you always smiled before
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowin'
Blowin' like she ain't gon' blow no more
Can't you hear that Duquesne whistle blowin'?
Blowin' like the sky's gonna blow apart
You're the only thing alive that keeps me goin'
You're like a time bomb in my heart
I can hear a sweet voice steadily callin'
Must be the mother of our lord
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowin'
Blowin' like my woman's on board
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowin'
Blowin' like it's gon' blow my blues away
You old rascal, i know exactly where you're goin'
I'll lead you there myself at the break of day
I wake up every mornin' with that woman in my bed
Everybody tellin' me she's gone to my head
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowin'
Blowin' like it's gon' kill me dead
Can't you hear that Duquesne whistle blowin'?
Blowin' through another no-good town
The lights on my native land are glowin'
I wonder if they'll know me next time 'round
I wonder if that old oak tree's still standin'
That old oak tree, the one we used to climb
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowin'
Blowin' like she's blowin' right on time. 
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