Lyrics
My Daddy took a strap to me when I was barely three
He was loaded up on whisky and methamphetamines,
He choked me by the neck on my tenth birthday
That scar on my throat, Lordie, ain’t never gone away
I toss and turn every night fear of his right hand,
The devil crept into his eyes, he became a devil-man,
All I remember from them times was a charcoal B & O
Roaring thru Johnson City during a tough December snow
Oh, I keep hearing that whistle blow
Oh, I keep hearing that whistle blow,
Wherever I go, whenever I sleep, doesn’t matter who I meet,
I keep hearing that whistle blow……….
Church bells ringing in Rogersville, hazy Sunday morn,
Staring out a busted window damn the curtain’s torn
Suckin’ cigarettes like they tootsie rolls,
Hell tomorrow my ass’ll be tossed out on the road
Oh, I keep hearing that whistle blow
Oh, I keep hearing that whistle blow,
Wherever I go, whenever I sleep, doesn’t matter who I meet,
I keep hearing that whistle blow……….