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I hear the train a comin' it's rollin' 'round the bent
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and I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
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I'm stuck at Folsom prison and time keeps drogin' on
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but that train keeps rollin' 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 gun
but I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
when I hear that whistle blows I hang my head and cry.
I bet there's rich folks eatin' from a fancy dinning car
they're prob'ly drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars
well I know I had it comin' I know I can't be free
but those people keep a movin' and that's what torlures me.
Well if they freed me from this prison if this railroad train was mine
I bet I'd movin' over 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.