Like breathing out and breathing in Accustomed to her face I've grown accustomed to her face She almost makes the day begin I've grown accustomed to the tune she whistles night and noon Her smiles, her frowns, her ups and downs Are second nature to me

How long, how long, has that evenin' train been gone? How long, how long, baby how long? Heard the whistle blowin', couldn't see the train Way down in my heart I had an achin' pain How long, how long, how long? If I could holler like a mountain jack I'd

Like a whistle Heart clean like a little Whistle Hear me when I say Put your lighters in the air Lighters in the air If you know your heart clean like a whistle Clean like a whistle DeLa Vega same time Dehso me born right on di trainline

Like breathing out and breathing in Accustomed to his face I've grown accustomed to his face He almost makes the day begin I've grown accustomed to the tune he whistles night and noon His smiles, his frowns, his ups and downs Are second nature to me now