Gothic Americana Music

LONESOME WHISTLE

LONESOME WHISTLE

Swear I heard that lonesome whistle
Was begging me to up and go
Cos there ain’t no man wanna kiss me
So what am I hanging ’round for?

When I was young my mama done told me
Once you are grown you’ll spread your wings
But I’m just stuck here drinkin’ whiskey
Trying to drown out the last of my dreams

Wish the train that rolls through this city
Would take me places I’ve never seen
Cos my life here just ain’t so pretty
And love has treated me awfully mean

Still I hear that lonesome whistle
That cannot be quelled or cast aside
If times would change or if I were younger
The fate of my love would not be lost to pride