I love the sound of a whistle It always takes me where i wanna go I love the sound of a whistle It picks me up when i am feeling low When i was just a little lad living in a railroad town I learned to love the great iron horse and the whistle sound It’d wake me gently every morn put me to sleep at night I’d wake up with that whistle sound gentle on my mind Now you can have your cadillac or paris in the spring But me i’ll take my old slouch hat and the jungle when it rains Well a pot of brew a boiling on a fire that’s burning bright And the outward sound of a southern bound screaming through the night