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1. I hear the train
a comin`, it`s rollin`, round the bend,
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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 draggin`, on,
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but that train
keeps a 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 guns
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowin' I hang my head and I cry
I bet there's rich folks eatin' in some fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' coffee and smokin' 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 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
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