Lonesome Whistle Blues - Bob Dylan

I was riding number 9,\nheading south from Carolina.\nI heard that lo-onesome whistle blow.\nGot in trouble, had to roam,\nleft my girl, left my home.\nI heard that lo-onesome whistle blow.\nJust a kid, acting smart,\nI went and broke my baby’s heart.\nI guess I was too young to know.\nThey took me off that Georgia Main\nand locked me to a ball and chain.\nI heard that lo-onesome whistle blow.\nAll I do is sit and cry\nas the evening train goes by.\nI heard that lonesome whistle blow.\nI’ll be locked here in this cell\ntill my body’s just a shell\nand my head turns whiter than snow.\nI’ll never see that girl of mine\n'cos I’m in Georgia doing time.\nI heard that lonesome whistle blow.\nI’ll be locked here in this cell\ntill my body’s just a shell\nand my head turns whiter than snow.\nI’ll never see that girl of mine\n'cos I’m in Georgia doing time.\nI heard that lonesome whistle blow.