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作曲 : Dylan，Hunter |
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作词 : Dylan，Hunter |
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Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing |
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Blowing like it's gonna sweep my world away |
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I'm gonna stop in Carbondale and keep on going |
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That Duquesne train gonna ride me night and day |
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You say I'm a gambler, you say I'm a pimp |
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But I ain't neither one |
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Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing |
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Sounding like it's on |
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Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing |
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Blowing like she's never blown before |
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Look like blinking, red light blowing |
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Blowing like she's at my chamber door |
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You smiling through the fence at me |
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Just like you always smiled before |
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Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing |
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Blowing like she ain't gonna blow no more |
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Can't you hear that Duquesne whistle blowing |
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Blowing like the sky is gonna blow apart |
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You're the only thing alive that keeps me going |
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You're like a tie bound to my hear |
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I can hear a sweet voice gently calling |
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Must be the mother of our Lord |
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Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing |
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Blowing like my woman's on board |
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Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing |
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Blowing like it's gonna blow my blues away |
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You old rascal, I know exactly where you're going |
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I'll leave you there myself at the break of day |
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I wake up every morning with that woman at my breast |
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Everybody's telling me she's gone to my head |
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Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing |
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Blowing like it's gonna kill me dead |
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Can't you hear that Duquesne whistle blowing |
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Blowing through another no good town |
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The lights of my native land are glowing |
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I wonder if they'll know me next time around |
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I wondered if that old oak tree's still standing |
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That old oak tree, the one we used to climb |
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Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing |
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Blowing like she's blowing right on time |
