Tell Me When the Whistle Blows
Theres a dusty old gutter hes lying in now
Hes blind and hes old
And theres a bottle that rolls down the road
Me Im young and Im so wild
And I still feel the need
Of your apron strings once in a while
For theres taxi cabs hooting
But I cant be foot-loose forever
My suitcase its a cheap one
My darling shes a dear one
My heads feeling light as a feather
Take my ears and tell me when the whistle blows
Wake me up and tell me when the whistle blows
Long lost and lonely boy
youre just a black sheep going home
I want to feel your wheels of steel
Underneath my itching heels
Take my money
Tell me when the whistle blows
Part of me asked the young man for the time
With a cool vacant stare of undue concern
He said nine
Its 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
