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I hear the train a coming, it's rolling 'round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
I'm stuck in folsom prison, and time keeps dragging on
But that train keeps a rolling on down to san antone.
When I was just a baby my mama told me, 'son
Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns'
But I shot a man in reno just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry.
Well I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
They're probably drinking' coffee and smoking big cigars
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But those people keep a-moving
And that's what tortures me.
Well if they freed me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line
Far from folsom prison, that's where I want to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.
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