Written by Bob Dylan and Robert Hunter
Tabbed by Eyolf Østrem

Capo 3rd fret (sounding key Eb major)
This song sounds deceptively simple, but man are there lots of things going on here! First there's this two-chord thing going, throughout the whole song, that's either brilliantly persistent or driving you crazy -- probably depending on what mood you're in: F C : . . . : . . . ||------------------|-----------------|| ||*-6-----5---------|----------------*|| ||--5-----5---------|-----------------|| ||--7-----5---------|-----------------|| ||*-----------------|----------------*|| ||------------------|-----------------|| F C G C : . . . : . . . : . . . |-----------------|-----------------|-----------------| |-6-----5---------|---------3-------|-----------------| |-5-----5---------|---------4-------|-5---------------| |-7-----5---------|---------5-------|-5---------------| |-----------------|-----------------|-7---------------| |-----------------|-----------------|-----------------| But then there's the chord sequence that is played by the Django-ish acoustic guitar somewhere to the left: | C . . . | F . . . | C . . . | F . Dm/f Fm | | C . . . | . . Csus4 . | C . . . | . . . . | And finally the bass line, which adds more complexity to the gumbo (and for the sake of simplicity, I give all the tabs relative to a third-fret capo, even though that's of course not what Tony Garnier is actually playing): C F C Dm7-5 : . . . : . . . : . . . : . . . |-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------| |-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------| |-----------------|-------------0---|---------0---0---|---------1---1---| |---------2---2---|-3---3---4-------|-----------------|-3---3-----------| |-3---3-----------|-----------------|-3---3-----------|-----------------| |-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------| C6 Am Dm G7 C D7 G7 : . . . : . . . : . . . : . . . |-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------| |-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------| |-2---2---2-------|---------0---0---|-----------------|-----------------| |-------------2---|-0---0-----------|---------2---2---|-0---0-----------| |-----------------|-----------------|-3---3-----------|-----------------| |-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|---------3---3---| Feel free to pick and choose your own level of complexity.
Chords:
Fm xx3111 Dm7-5 xx0111 C9 x32333 or x3233x
C F C F Dm7-5 Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing C Am Dm G7 C D7 G7 Blowing like it's gonna sweep my world away C F C F Dm7-5 I'm gonna stop in Carbondale and keep on going C Am Dm G7 C That Duquesne train gonna ride me night and day C9 F You say I'm a gambler, you say I'm a pimp D7 G7 But I ain't neither one C F C F Dm7-5 Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing C Am Dm G7 C Sounds like it's on a final run. Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing Blowing like she never blowed before Blue light blinking, red light glowing Blowing like she's at my chamber door You're smiling through the fence at me Just like you've 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's gonna blow apart You're the only thing alive that keeps me going You're like a time-bomb in my heart 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 lead you there myself at the break of day I wake up every morning with that woman in my bed Everybody telling me she's gone to my head Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing Blowing like it's gonna kill me dead. C G F Am F C/e G 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 round I wonder 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.