John Hartford
Natchez Whistle
Well I thought I heard that Natchez whistle blow
I thought I heard that Natchez whistle blow
It blowed so low
It blowed so sweet
I was laying on my bed down on Toulouse street
Well,I thought I heard that Natchez whistle blow
Well,I thought I heard that Natchez whistle blow
Well, I thought I heard that Natchez whistle blow
She blowed so low
She blowed so sweet
I was laying on my bed down on Toulouse street
Well, I thought I heard that Natchez whistle blow
WelI, thought I heard that Natchez whistle blow
In the rain out there over by Algiers
It May bе ghosts or the noise of trucks grinding through their gеars
Well,I thought I heard that Natchez whistle blow
Well, I thought I heard that Natchez whistle moan
It was strange it hung in the corners of the room
And I wondered if she would be back soon
Well, I thought I heard that Natchez whistle blow
Well, I thought I heard that Natchez whistle blow