I have a pension to think up lyrics while working. The lyrics are for those of us who need a good blues song to sing while working. Think Germany circa 1942 when reading these and that my friends will give you the music to sing the blues. When I think of what inspired this I can rejoice in the minutia of my day.

The lonesome whistle blows

They heard that lonesome whistle blow, they heard the sound don’t you know? Why didn’t they stop their songs and pray?

They heard that lonesome whistle blow, the Jazz man can’t seem to find his soul?

Does anyone know where he may have gone?

The music sings so old, the gospel seems so hollow as they hear that lonesome whistle blow.

Proud people pray that God would save your hollow souls as the lonesome whistle blows.

They heard that lonesome whistle blow, they heard the sound don’t you know? Why didn’t they stop their songs and pray? Where will they be standing in the last day as they hear thier lonesome whistle blow?