Natchez Whistle

John Hartford

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
Well, thought I heard that Natchez whistle blow

In the rain out there over by Algiers
It may be ghosts or the noise of trucks grinding through their gears
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