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Bob Dylan - The Very Best of - Duquesne Whistle
The Very Best of
Disc 1
01. Like a Rolling Stone
02. Blowin' in the Wind
03. Subterranean Homesick Blues
04. Lay, Lady, Lay
05. Knockin' on Heaven's Door
06. I Want You
07. All Along the Watchtower
08. Tangled Up in Blue
09. Don't Think Twice, It's All Right
10. Hurricane
11. Just Like a Woman
12. Mr. Tambourine Man
13. It Ain't Me, Babe
14. The Times They Are A-Changin'
15. Duquesne Whistle
16. Baby, Stop Crying
17. Make You Feel My Love
18. Thunder on the Mountain
Disc 2
01. Maggie's Farm
02. Rainy Day Women #12 & 35
03. Girl From the North Country
04. Positively 4th Street
05. A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall
06. Shelter From the Storm
07. Mississippi
08. (Quinn the Eskimo) The Mighty Quinn
09. I Shall Be Released
10. It's All Over Now, Baby Blue
11. Forever Young
12. Gotta Serve Somebody
13. Things Have Changed
14. Jokerman
15. Not Dark Yet
16. Ring Them Bells
17. Beyond Here Lies Nothin'
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
Blowing like it's gonna sweep my world away
I wanna stop at Carmangale and keep on going
That Duquesne train gon' 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 blowing
Blowing like she's never blown before
Look like blinking, red light blowing
Blowing like she's at my chamber door
You smiling through the fence at me
Just like you 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 is gonna blow apart
You're the only thing alive that keeps me going
You're like a tie bound to my hear

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 leave you there myself at the break of day
I wake up every morning with that woman at my breast
Everybody's telling me she's gone to my head
Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing
Blowing like it's gonna kill me dead

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 around
I wondered 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