Tell Me When the Whistle Blows

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Dm7

Dm7There's a dusty old gutter he's lying in now

He's blind and he's old

And there's a Gbottle that Arolls down the Dm7road

Me I'm young and I'm so wild

And I still feel the need

Of your Gapron strings Aonce in a Bmwhile

For Athere's taxi cabs hooting

But E/G#I can't be G7foot-loose foDm7rever

My sAuitcase it's a cheap one

My E/G#darling she's a dear one

My G7head's feeling light as a fCeather

Take my G7ears and tell me when the Dwhistle blDm7ows

Wake meG7 up and tell me when the Dwhistle blDm7ows

DLong lost and Alonely boy

Bmyou're just a black sheep Ggoing home

DI want to feel your Awheels of G7steel

DUnderneath my Aitching G7heels

Take my Dmoney

GTell me when the Awhistle Bmblows Dm7

Part of me asked the young man for the time

With a cool vacant stare of undue concern

He said nine

It's not so bad but I really do love the land

And rather all this than those diamante lovers

In Hyde Park holding hands

Blowing heat through my fingers

Trying to kill off this cold

Will the street kids remember

Can I still shoot a fast cue

Has this country kid still got his soul