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Well I hear that train is commin', it's rollin' down the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
Well I'm stuck in Folsom prison and time keeps draggin' on
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
now I hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry
Well I bet there's rich folks indian manner eatin' in a
fancy dining car
They're probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars
But I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But that people keeps movin' and that's what tortures me

Well if they freed me from this prison
if that railroad train was mine
I bet move it on over 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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