TELL ME WHEN THE WHISTLE BLOWS Elton John C --- 005550 [Intro] [Verse] There’s a dusty old gutter he’s lying in now. Umm he’s blind and he’s old. And there’s a bottle that rolls down the road. Me I’m young and I’m so wild - and I still feel the need of your apron strings once in a while. For there’s taxicabs hooting but I can’t be footloose forever. My suitcase it’s a cheap one. My darling she’s a dear one. My head’s feeling light as a feather. [Chorus] Take my ears and tell me when the whistle blows. Wake me up and tell me when the whistle blows. Long lost and lonely boy you’re just a black sheep going home. I want to feel your wheels of steel - underneath my itching heels. Take my money - tell me when the whistle blows. Part of me asked the young man for the time With a cool vacant stare - of undue concern he said "Nine". It’s not so bad but I really do love the land. And rather all this than those diamante lovers in Hyde Park holding hands. Blowing heat through my fingers trying to kill off this cold. Will the street kids remember? Can I still shoot a fast cue? Has this country kid still got his soul?