Tell Me When The Whistle Blows

Dm7 Dm7 There's a dusty old gutter, he's lying in now. Umm, he's blind and he's old. G A7 Dm7 And there's a bottle that rolled down the road. Dm7 Me I'm young, and I'm so wild - and I still feel the need G A Bm of your apron strings once in a while. A E G Dm7 For there's taxicabs hooting, but I can't be footloose forever. A E My suitcase it's a cheap one. My darling she's a dear one. G7 C My head's feeling light as a feather. G Dm Take my ears and tell me when the whistle blows. G Dm Wake me up and tell me when the whistle blows. Dm A Bm G Long lost and lonely boy you're just a black sheep going home. D A G7 D A G G7 I want to feel your wheels of steel - underneath my itching heels. D G A Bm Take my money - tell me when the whistle blows. Dm7 Guitar Dm7 Part of me asked the young man for the time G A7 Dm7 With a cool vacant stare - of undue concern he said, "Nine". Dm7 It's not so bad but I really do love the land. Dm7 G A Bm And rather all this than those diamante lovers in Hyde Park holding hands. A E G7 Dm7 Blowing heat through my fingers trying to k**l off this cold. A E Will the street kids remember? Can I still shoot a fast cue? G7 C Has this country kid still got his soul?