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I hear the train a comin'
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 draggin' on
But that train keeps a rollin
On down to San Anton
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
I bet there's rich folks eating
In a fancy dining car
They're probally drinkin' coffee
And smoking big cigarrs
Well I know I had it coming
I know I can't be free
But those people keep a-movin'
And that's what tortures me
Well if they'd free me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it over a little further 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
