sito italiano di BOB DYLAN

Duquesne Whistle

Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowin’
Blowin’ like it’s gonna sweep my world away
I’m gonna stop in Carbondale and keep on going
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.
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowin'
Sounds like it’s on a final run

Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowin'
Blowin’ like she never blown before
Blue light blinking, red light glowing
Blowin' like she's at my chamber door
You smilin' (smile in?) through the fence at me
Just like you’ve always smiled before
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowin’
Blowin' like she ain't gonna 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 going
You’re like a time bomb in my heart
I can hear a sweet voice gently calling
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 gonna blow my blues away
You're a rascal I know exactly where you’re going
I’ll lead you there myself at the break of day
I wake up every morning 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 gonna kill me dead

Can’t you hear that Duquesne whistle blowin’?
Blowin’ through another no-good town
The lights of 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