Guitar: Duquesne Whistle (Including lyrics and chords)
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This is a Bob Dylan song that I have not heard before, but on looking it up on YouTube, I liked the driving rhythm throughout and the melody, so had to have a go myself, this being the result.
(To play C9, I am using the following: xx2333)
Duquesne Whistle
Bob Dylan
Capo at 3rd fret, so I am really playing and singing in the key of Eb
C F C
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
Am Dm G7 C
Blowing like it's gonna sweep my world away
C F C
I'm gonna stop in Carbondale and keep on going
Am Dm G7 C
That Duquesne train gonna ride me night and day
C9 F
You say I'm a gambler, you say I'm a pimp
D7 G7
But I ain't neither one
C F C
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
Am Dm G7 C
Sounds like it's on a final run.
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
Blowing like she never blowed before
Blue light blinking, red light glowing
Blowing like she's at my chamber door
You're smiling through the fence at me
Just like you've always smiled before
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
Blowing like she ain't gonna blow no more.
Can't you hear that Duquesne whistle blowing
Blowing 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 blowing
Blowing like my woman's on board.
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
Blowing like it's gonna blow my blues away
You old 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 telling me she's gone to my head
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
Blowing like it's gonna kill me dead.
C G F Am F C G
Can't you hear that Duquesne whistle blowing
Blowing through another no-good town
The lights of my native land are glowing
I wonder if they'll know me next time round
I wonder if that old oak tree's still standing
That old oak tree, the one we used to climb
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
Blowing like she's blowing right on time.
C9 = xx2333